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message to youI am going to stop wondering how and tell you just how sweet you taste. I am going to hold my breath and tell you just how fast my heart races when your hand is in mine. I am going to forget how soon it has to end and tell you just how special to me you are, you and your smile. And then I am going to hope,message to you
and ask you: do you feel the same?


boxesmy mom has a box ofboxes
pretty things broken things, forgotten
things paperclips and tarnished rings. i sing this to myself as i
open the lid a small mirror, gray-streaked, reflected back at me the wonder in my young eyes treasures photos, bent and torn unremebered pieces of time a baby sock and
a lock of hair that disintegrated in my hands coffee-filter snowflakes, one, two,
three charms without a bracelet some ribbons costume jewelry one tiny plastic shoe probably a fairy's,


understandi am so afraid of understanding of loving you how can i not, if your words are mine? does that make you mine? i can't steal you away but i can't stay away you need me, my words i know itunderstand
and i can't just leave you
the sadness in your eyes is so true and it kills me your helplessness
you can't find yourself without me but i don't know if you can trust me if i can trust myself to do what's right what if i hurt you? what if i fall in love? there never really can be just friends


pray she doesn't knowhello,pray she doesn't know
i think i scream your name in my sleep, because my mother keeps asking who you are.
she looks at me with knitted brows and a hand halfway orbiting my shoulder. i think she is afraid to touch me,
and her eyes look a little funny when she says your name- it sounds so wrong, thick and congealed as it spills from her tongue and over her teeth.
i want to ask her what i've been saying- have i been screaming? murmuring? sobbing?
i don't know if i should know,
but her half-painted pink fing


FUAQs--Seldom Given AnswersQ's:why do i have to lie to myselfto get to you? to even have the chance of being yoursi must avoid what's true? how can you have becomed so accustomedto being loved and adored?FUAQs--Seldom Given Answers
howcome i have to hide my true feelings,lie, and act bored?
must i just put on a grinwhen i really want to smile?
i'll have to joke with just a smirk and a snickerwhen i could laugh all the while? why must i stop all my "flirting"and be as only your friend? will i have to be all aloneand cut time with you i'd love to spend? if you ask 'bout my mind, i'll have to smile and lie'cause you fill up my thoughts?
am i
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music is love.
"Maybe you're the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race; almost only really counts in Horseshoes and Handgrenades."
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music is love.
"Maybe you're the runner-up, but the first one to lose the race; almost only really counts in Horseshoes and Handgrenades."
"Both women gave a look you would usually reserve for a two-headed man walking a blue dog."
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"This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
"I thought it would be nice to lie down and close my eyes. It never occurred to me that I am already asleep."
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Looks like you've just been beaten with the ugly stick!
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evil laughing will be the death of me, but atleast i'll die laughing
What is a hacker, you say?
"Hackers: People who maliciously attempt to break into computer systems."
.....or so says my textbook. XD
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you say weird like it's an insult!
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evil laughing will be the death of me, but atleast i'll die laughing
What is a hacker, you say?
"Hackers: People who maliciously attempt to break into computer systems."
.....or so says my textbook. XD
ooo.....i like your gallary too
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evil laughing will be the death of me, but atleast i'll die laughing
What is a hacker, you say?
"Hackers: People who maliciously attempt to break into computer systems."
.....or so says my textbook. XD
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Traditional/Digital Anthro Artist; or anything really
Now taking commissions. ^^
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Looks like you've just been beaten with the ugly stick!
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