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[Dec. 13th, 2009|10:54 am] |
What looks like what is coming
do not fear
no matter how near
these simple sounding words appear
But words is what they are
and happiness wants them spoken
symbolizing something more
not simply just a token
So easy you make it
so uncomplicated
yet so hard
The words spin round inside my head
channeling my inner bard
You can't take them back
so be careful, you must
words are funny things you see
they can take and give much trust
so use caution with this word my friends
and treat it with utmost care
speak it true and loud from the mountain tops
only when you can swear |
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| 2009 |
[Dec. 11th, 2009|01:57 pm] |
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its been awhile since i have come across my live journal. everything has changed its crazy. my boyfriend, chris, and i have been doing good...8 months going strong :). finally have our own place! it feels good to be on my own and with the one i love. i have to make the best of things, even if it doesn't last, i will always remember this time in my life. but who knows, maybe he is the one i am suppose to marry?
anyways, on a sad note, i rarely hangout with any of my old friends. its weird. NOBODY makes an effort to hangout with anyone these days. i've made new friends though and i love everyone i have met over the past year!!
i am trying to go back to school in january, if not then.. summer.
its december... al most christmas and it doesn't even feel like the holidays. everyone (including family) is so distant. its disappointing when nobody supports you, all the negativity comes out and that's all i hear.
why can't you be happy? wish me luck? i don't get it! but that's life.
back to watching weeds. like i do everyday since nobody wants to come over to my new place and watch it with me!
ps. i miss u all.....my friends on here....my family...the people i know that can't even read this! i wish you all the best of luck with life. |
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| Freezing hands |
[Dec. 9th, 2009|12:47 pm] |
Cold feet cold hand
please wont you tell me where I stand?
In the city
in the street
I'm always haunted
by my cold feet.
Fingers numb
icy cold
wringing action
but not too bold
Rub two sticks together
start a fire
house burned down
now, nowhere to retire. |
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