howdy doodyi just dont have the time. i work from morning till night and some howhave no money
any way...
i kinda want to get poetic but i am afraid to tap into that...
i um..stoped takin all my meds sometime agao
so things have been a bit slipery..but i didnt to worry any one
i am afraid that i ve put my self in a situation
and cant get out of it (all my choice)
sometimes i wonder if there is another paradise running around and doing her thing
and i amall thats bad left behind the bars that cage me. some how she is out there doing everything i thought i would be doing and breathing ...i however am afraid that i am traped ((by my own will)
i just dont know how to live any other way.
i am afraid that its even worse out there. but i keep on trucking
i dont know why i wake up everyday
and work eat sleep
i dont see the point to it at all
and more often then not i feel like i am about to fall out of my own body but some how pulled right back in just before i hit the ground
i am having these vision moments where everything becomes blurry and shakes and i loose my ballance. it happens more often then not
hell "you do it to your self you do thats why it realy hurts"
i nside there is a sad and desperate person screaming out
"help me somebody just save me from my self"
i am so afraid totalk to others i dont want them to know; how unhappy i am....so i keep thinking
tomarow is a good day as any...whats the point of life when you feel dead inside.
smiling though i think of death...i just smile hug and love everyone i see...because i dont know if its the last time....
and i want to remember me with smile my face and the sparkle in my eyes i used to have.
good night
pl
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~Glove Girl with Yellow Hat~
~~Love the Glove~~
peace out...paradise
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: Laughter is for those with innocence
I have not these virtues
For, in darkness I crawl
Looking for the light that blinds :
~Paradise
it didnt work
nothing works
hope you are well
he knows
he doesnt like it
we should get together again soon
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~Glove Girl with Yellow Hat~
~~Love the Glove~~
It's Joseph, if you remember (if not, then it's that guy from your Brit Lit class last semester!) Anyway, I just decided to start posting crap again, for no apparent reason. Talk to you later or something. Peace.
-Joseph (from Brit Lit)
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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Fanfiction Writer and Proud.
"Art is the only way to run away without leaving home."
-Twyla Thorpe, American Choreographer.
Haven FunStar in the making!
I love your poem. i hope to have some work up soon, so come and check out my page. Be good!
Nina
They are more than just flowers
They are their own species by themselves
There over two hundred different kinds of orchids
What’s so wonderful about these flowers,
Is that every one of these flowers
Has a specific relationship with the insect that pollinates it...
For every kind of orchid there is a certain insect that exactly like it...
So that the insect is drawn to it’s flower... its double... its soul mate...
And wants nothing more than to make love to it... thus pollinating it...
And neither the flower nor the insect will ever understand the significance to their lovemaking...
I mean... how could they possibly know... that because of their little dance...
The world lives...
But it does... by simply doing what their designed to do....
Something large and magnificent happens...
In a sense they show us how to live
How the only barometry you have is your heart…
When you spot your flower...
You can’t let anything get in your way
-Some one wrote this for me once...but i didnt understand them at first. but now i do.
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