Bass bass bass bass

I rock my head back and forth
headbanging feeling like a badass

bass bass bass bass
music tries to fill the abyss inside
but ive stayed up the whole night yearning
sun rise this pain can't hide
u look around searching for the boy of your dreams
I run around frantically
on hot pursuit to be in your crosshairs
transperancy is me aslong as the wear of those apartheid glasses
contemplating ways to seperate myself from the masses
the lord said that our bodies are temples

The makings of a perfect home
Made from scratch
Like how the birds make a nest slowly gathering each meticulous stick
Embarking on my bike onwards toward a pristine wilderness
Climbing up and over from branch to branch on a massive redwood
Picking out a view of a beach that has swallowed a blue sky
Swimming in the salt water exfoliates and relaxes me
I will be so satisfied my home being so grand and granted one could stay forever

yo yo yo folkks

this ones called grief
oh n sorry for the caps =p

TIGHTER GRIPS
LONGER TRIPS
YOUR FACE WILL FOREVER BE MY ETERNAL KEEPSAKE
I RAKE LEAVES UNDER SICK TREES
SO BY NEXT QUARTER THOSE SAME LEAVES WILL BE USED TO TREAT
U SEW AND I REAP
BLOODSTAINED SHEETS
NOT KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN RADISHES AND BEETS
SUFFERING WHIPLASH CUZ U WAS GOING OVER 45 IN A RESIDENTIAL STREET
ITS RAINING HARD BUT ALL I HEAR ARE THE PITTER PATTER OF FEET
I SEE U SWING UR DOORS CLOSE AS I RUN 2 COME GREET
I DONT WANT 2 EVER TAKE A SEAT
PAYIN FOR CLASS AGAINST AN HOUR GLASS

i was gon write an epic ass poem for u
but then i thought again so ima keep this one simple
poppin pimples
bet u expectin me 2 quit the game now
to pick out a cane now
but i was ready w/ my umbrella incase the rain came out
i aint a bitch boo; meow
funny but not really
games u be playin are middle school ; quite silly
ur a goat 2 me now callin u billy

bitter like greens
u stay mean
coulda swore i was the only one on the lean
what cuisine
ruled sumpreme
u musta ate hella beans
i admit im fiend
that a blind lady coulda seen

hello booface
u a disgrace

getting use 2 the flow of the world like a hurricane it spins me out of control im the tazmanian devil
getting use 2 people they are all uniquely crazy and thats just putting it vaguely
im getting used 2 family reality friends and quality control.
getting use 2 the bad and realizing the things i adore more and more
getting use 2 the feel of the clutch when u score
hearing that roar as u soar
getting use to life lets strive 2 survive unite and fight for wat is right

Happy Hallow
for this hallows eve i just wanted 2 let everyone know that i have faced and put down another inner-demon. I won't get into detail but instead ill share the poem i wrote for my little sister, its more than a poem and it was all last minute so if its corny 2 u, 2 bad. I'm the middle child and its not always easy 2 b understood but i wouldn't trade it for the world. ^_^<369

hey kim sorry 2 b the dim
2 your light sorry we always gotta fight
and im really startin to realize i sometimes dont have the right
to yell sorry kim sometimes my mind doesnt always run well

hey just reminding everyone 2 b thankful of this opportunity 2 BE ALIVE
2 HAVE THE RIGHT 2 CHOSE BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG. EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY AND EVERY SEASON HAS ITS OWN

HERES MY QUICK POEM i wanted 2 share with you all =)
with much love 2 the site and its supporters <3

queen of hearts
shootin stars from the start
the universe is growin
galaxies torn apart
unconscious expression
mystery variables in an equation
heart of queens

if they ever try 2 bash me id scream till i couldnt that i love them.
cuz even if you slit my throat with my one last gasping breathe id apologize for bleeding on your shirt.

so i came back 2 the site because ive noticed after working with many pc's how much i rely on this site because i love how it keeps history of all my poems forever and ever oh and last but not least i miss all the love i get from this site the community and im hoping 2 c some old friends around and meet some of the new peeeeps so dont b shy! wo00t

kEEPIn it oldskool so heres a poem ^__^

love ain't
the blossom
that got the pollen
stuck to the bee
its the roots of the tree
connecting the soul
to the mind
that you find
with grind
co inside
with feelings that u never felt before
hardcore vibes that u cant ignore
mop the floor with emotions bursting out of a crimson parcel
scarred horses spinnin on a broken carousel

Holidays this year has come and gone and i never looked back on them. I'm not the kind of person to look for things to stir my emotions because either way, I know they'll be stirred. My Mom keeps asking if I'm happy this christmas and i let her know aslong as i have her ill be satisfied cause in the end its family being together that matters.

its been a while, im not going to say i've been busy with school
because i haven't or how im doing overtime for a job i don't have
im typing and trying to organize my thoughts at the same time hmm :
my parents are divorcing which is always better said than done or should i say
my mom is divorcing my dad, and i would tell you more but
that would ruin the plot for the soap i wrote.
and for the past couple months i've actually thought of suicide (nothing to be proud of)

its a poem i wanted to post for a while but havent gotten the time
hoping some of u feel me on it // comments are welcomed =]
Goodnight and sweet dreams to everyone

Age 16 on the verge of a spontanouse combustion
breaking down on the verge of tears with a massive head ache
thinking how i should napp or stay awake
i wish i could just sit here forever and feel satisfied
i wish i could confess all those sins to which i lied

couple pancakes and a poem.

Enjoy. and im nappin now goodnight

--Playin for keeps
this time im not trying to make any mistakes
to cry my eyes out and build lakes
making my heart stop beating because of all the heartaches
im playing for keeps and im going to do what it takes
keeping my focus on the prize
so i stare deeply into your eyes
wondering if this is all some kind of disguise
an illusion of something that was never true

Coming out in 5 years.

im sure a lot of you are wondering 2 things right now,
1. why did i just title this entry febreeze
2. why am i coming out in 5 years.

well i named it febreeze because i have a can
of febreeze just sitting next to the keyboard
staring at me and i was sitting here for 5 minutes
trying to find out what i should name this entry when
BAM it hit me. Febreeze. =]

im committing to being uncommitted
im thru with this love
thanks to my insecurities ive finally given it all up
how could i be so stupid, how could i be so dumb
trying to act like my heart had no feelings, like i was numb
all the times u locked me out while i sat crying patiently for the key
i clung on everytime u tried to scratch me off like i was some kind of flea. you kept me between a rock and a hardplace,