I'm still kinda stuck in writers block and its not very fun, but I'm trying to write some stuff.
Just wanted to say hi to everyone, and I will start commenting again so ill be talking to you.
Peace out


MomSometimes when things get tough I turn to my "happy place" to a time when chocolate chip cookies could still cover the metallic taste of blood when tears could easily be wiped away a glass of milk to wash it down kiss it better seal the secret run off to playMom
Well the tv stereotype is so "white trash" I was the child raised by therapists God forbid you try to talk to me pay a stranger to help my through life.
So after years of keeping secrets years of telling lies years of hurtful words Now you wonder why I pull away?
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AllieDo you know how many times I've sat staring at a blank page trying to fill it with all the things I want to say And how many times I've seenAllie
your face in my mind and thought of all our good times And everytime been filled with guilt for not protecting you like I promised I would So i sit and i search for perfect words to fill this empty page
To tell of how much I cared for you your innocence your laugh your smile And the danger I let stay in your home To tell of my fear and my guilt Exscuses why I didn't


I remember, for Aunt NonaI remember when I was little Saturday morning garage sales I had that little beaded purse With a dollar in it And you would take me out I thought it was the greatest thingI remember, for Aunt Nona
And I remember how when you watched me You would crawl in bed
And pretend you were asleep And when I would try to wake you You wouldn’t move And I would get so scared Because I thought you were dead I would cry And only then you would get up Trying to hide your smile You would comfort me
Telling me everything was ok
I wish now you would come and tell m


UntitledDoes anyone else have a heart? Does anyone else have a brain? Am I the normal one? Or am I the one who's insane? Some things in this world- Are just beyond my understanding; All I want is to be seen for who I am- Do these words sound too demanding? This world is superficial and shallow- This world is selfish and fake; Someone needs to speak the truth- For all of our sakes. I'm beautiful- Therefore, I'm hated; I'm beautiful- Therefore, I'm adored, I'm not rude, loud, or obnoxious- Does that mean I have to be ignored? To some, I may seemUntitled


"There's Blood On The Sheets"there's blood on the sheets she didn't mean to do it she always said she loved him but he wanted her to prove it"There's Blood On The Sheets"
he always made her feel so beautiful
and she swore that he was perfect she sacraficed everything for him and swore that he was worth it but she knew what he really meant when he said that he loved her he meant he'd stay with her tonight but tomorrow there always was another
there's blood on the sheets she didn't want to do it she cried the whole night but she managed to get through it there's blood on the sheets she


Look Into My Eyes...Look into my eyes And tell me what I want to hear Tell me pretty lies Tell me I have nothing to fearLook Into My Eyes...
Look into my eyes And tell me it isn't true Tell me that you need me As much as I need you
Look into my eyes And tell me what you see Tell me pretty lies Tell me they're not empty
Look into my eyes And tell me we're okay Tell me you have nothing to hide And that you love me more each day
Look into my eyes And tell me there's no other Tell me pretty lies Tell me that you don't love her
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To love is to live
In your dreams find the desires of your heart. In your heart find to courage to pursue your dreams.
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Sulle tracce di Orfeo il sommo maestro...
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Peace, God Bless, and may the US Navy save your ass yet once again.
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~Someone found the future as a statue in a fountian at attention looking backward in a pool of water wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder who keeps singing over everything
Everything Means Nothing to Me~
<3.Becca
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I'm normal... everyone else is weird. o.o
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apoeticdragon says:
A rose by any other name, may not smell as sweet, but would still burn the same...hummm...wonder what that means?
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~Someone found the future as a statue in a fountian at attention looking backward in a pool of water wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder who keeps singing over everything
Everything Means Nothing to Me~
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