Family is supposed to be there,
When you really need to.
They're supposed to help,
and support in what you do.
But where is the family,
That I once knew?
Why has my life,
Become so blue?
I guess it's not my family.
It probably is me.
I can't handle the change.
That I must rearange.
Why am I not there,
When I need myself.
I tend to slip away,
When I need me to help.
It doesn't matter who I am, What I do, Or how I act. It matters how I feel and what I write.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Me
People say im shy.
People say I'm weird.
I say I am life.
That is very dared.
People say I'm a dork :)
People say I'm nice.
I say we over look.
And can't jujde what we hide.
Thank you for the comments.
Thank you for the choice.
Your welcome for the honesty.
Your welcome for my voice.
I speek whats on my mind.
I like people to know me.
But really I hide.
My true reality.
People say I'm weird.
I say I am life.
That is very dared.
People say I'm a dork :)
People say I'm nice.
I say we over look.
And can't jujde what we hide.
Thank you for the comments.
Thank you for the choice.
Your welcome for the honesty.
Your welcome for my voice.
I speek whats on my mind.
I like people to know me.
But really I hide.
My true reality.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Love
Love is like a storm.
It rains all over you.
And when it goes away.
You start to see the blue.
When its rain,
you see the sun.
But when it's love,
You see no one.
Love comes and goes.
But its also kinda painful.
No one ever knows.
Buts sometimes, it is gainful.
It hurts when it leaves.
But its good when it comes.
Some times I wish it wouldn't be.
That way you wouldn't feel the numb.
It rains all over you.
And when it goes away.
You start to see the blue.
When its rain,
you see the sun.
But when it's love,
You see no one.
Love comes and goes.
But its also kinda painful.
No one ever knows.
Buts sometimes, it is gainful.
It hurts when it leaves.
But its good when it comes.
Some times I wish it wouldn't be.
That way you wouldn't feel the numb.
Waiting
I discovered a site called snapfish.com
Dad asked me to upload some pix.
I can do that yea sure no prob.
I think my computer needs to be fixed.
Its' taking for ever.
For just 20 pictures.
It will be ready 10 years past never.
I kinds wanna play with my sister's lizard.
So I'm just sitting here waiting.
I'm so very board.
Thinking and debating.
Should I upload some more?
Dad asked me to upload some pix.
I can do that yea sure no prob.
I think my computer needs to be fixed.
Its' taking for ever.
For just 20 pictures.
It will be ready 10 years past never.
I kinds wanna play with my sister's lizard.
So I'm just sitting here waiting.
I'm so very board.
Thinking and debating.
Should I upload some more?
Friday, July 10, 2009
Summer
Summer can be fun.
Doing something every day.
But sometimes there's no one,
To come out and play.
So far with my summer,
No day is the same.
Some times it's quite a bummer.
And sometimes it is lame.
The other times it's hot.
And other times it's great.
Summer's half way over.
And it came way too late.
School will start again.
And you'll make a whole new slate.
Doing something every day.
But sometimes there's no one,
To come out and play.
So far with my summer,
No day is the same.
Some times it's quite a bummer.
And sometimes it is lame.
The other times it's hot.
And other times it's great.
Summer's half way over.
And it came way too late.
School will start again.
And you'll make a whole new slate.
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