It's amazing, have you ever just looked into someones eyes and imagined what it's like being them. because all the stuff (lack of better word) we deal with in our lives. All the things that go through there head. That is the deepest form of love.

You want to know what my 11:11 wish is?

I wished for the night, when I cant think of anything more to wish for....

because I already have you

Me: Brittney has been on the news a lot
friend: She's been on a lot of things recently
me: LMAO, was that intended to sound that way
friend: no, but i guess thats true too

Gotta love that sexual innuendo

If you've ever been cheated on plz read and comment on my new poem

"To a Cheater, How's This for a Game? "

THANKS
ps i know ppl asking for comments is really annoying.

*On Instant Messenger*

Me: stop smiling
Her: How do you know I'm smiling?
Me: Cause I'm smiling

(i always tell her she makes me smile, i thought it was cute)

Friend: i highly doubt she'll be forgeting you then

me: its not about forgetting me
it's about remembering me
i dont want her to remember me cause that means im just a memory

I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.
-Abbie Hoffman

"Or u do cry for a reason. and if u think about the reason u will cry harder. so u bottle it up. put it in a box. and swallow the key. where stupid ppl like me wiggle their way into ur box and look at all ur locked up reasons."

Me to Gabby

Again, and again in my head
The same old painful questions
I'm writing out my answers
In stanzas on cheap paper napkins

(will grow up to be a poem someday)

A poem is a song and a story put together
Its the spork of the art world