Copyright (c) All Rights Reserved.Without this song, insanity takes over. The song was the reason that the smile lasted so long. Don't blamemeyou just have bad timing. YOU always tend to blame me for EVERYTHING, there's always an excuse that you find to make it my fault. I'm going to let this blame hang in the air. I don't want to be like you and find excuses to make it your fault. Every situation always end up with the same result, funny how this epidose never plays itself out. Without this song though insanity takes hold of my feet.
'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda
Monday, March 29, 2010
WIthout this song
Friday, March 26, 2010
Try being a lady.. dont suggest it
I hate when people want to suggest to me to be a lady. This poem express how I kinda feel. Sista Queen said it so well. Don't suggest to me to be lady cause then imma tell you "immagetasexchangeoperationsoyouandamericancanofficiallysuckmydick." Thank you.
Try being a lady
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Try being a lady
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Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Monster.
Our attitude created this monster and now we don't know how to coexist with it. I don't fear you but I fear what you're gonna do. It's sad how you're not hungry enough to achieve all the things you talk about. As you walk away, I see the sad eyes you leave on his precious face, hands on the window watching you, saying a silent prayer in his heart. The anger clouded your heart, your words killed like a ︻╦╤─ smoking gun. You walk like you don't know how much you hurt others. The tears you caused, like you put cotton in your ears so you won't hear the thud of the tears from his lil heart. Why don't you come back and wipe the tears? Are you afraid of the disappointed look you might get. Will it remind you of the disappointed look I gave you so many times? Years passed by and I stopped caring of what this monster do but I keep an eye on this monster that we've created. There's nothing that can be done now, I think its a lil too late.
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