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i’m giving you this umbrella and wishing you safety and love, but it is time we part ways. it has been a great journey.
i know what your thinking.
and if you are ever in need of a good song, but grow tired of fall out boy, i suggest Senses Fail, their best song and one i dedicate it to you, Calling All Cars.
hopefully, we at least had a few good laughs. it’s time however, to go back to real life.
-my last loves going out-NOW- hope ya caught em. peace.
Side Note: i know what your thinking, “i just shit my pants!!!” dood that sucks, good luck cleaning that out. Good bye my good friend, i will remember these times as pleasant ones, where sleep was foreign and laughs were often. Savor these last words of mine, until i become famous and you can hear my words whenever you choose. Im so sorry it had to end this way, this terrible way…but get over it. =/. =p. lol, i know you will.
final score.
INIDANS : WON!!!! [duh, because were awesome]
GLASSES : ZERO!!!! [because i will always win, biotch]
At the convention all the
other vadars dress in Black.
Hello Kitty is the add on
i chose, to switch it up. They
make fun, but i’ll get
all the honey’s, there are
few chickes that can resist
a talking cat. Then add vadar.
BA=bad ass
you look confused on
this cloudy day in may
when i put my lips
like this
i say
puckering up big for show
you are blue for
sad and confused
i am yellow to cheer you up
our hearts shown like badges
i want you to kiss
me, i finish
Kool-aid is for kids
who live on the
Dangerous side
of life. The we
break walls
for a grand entrance
Dangerous kinda side
The people run
away screaming
Dangerous side.
Multiple combinations
of fruits equals
spectacular on
your taste buds
watch out because
anything to kool
is dangerous
like talking giant
juice jugs.
But still kool.
Kool kids drink
Kool-aid.
Even the words as i write this hesitate before entering the world.
Now it seems i have two different planets side by side that speak two different languages, and i alone am set to the task of making them reconnect.
The first one is planet earth, with all its people,glory, shame, ideas, and pictures upon it. It is the realm of constant-ly changing into the same.
The second is the one i have somehow created it is my ideas, thoughts, needs & wants. It is very opinionated and can be hard to persuade.
As i sit on my porch stairs i watch as a small glimpse of daily life travels by me. I sit and question the reasoning for what used to be part of my own daily procedure.
I’m trying to imagine myself back in that world, and as looking at a puzzles edges of how the individual pieces fit together you see that they all match up perfectly, but by color and design you can see that this piece does not belong there. Even when you zoom out and the picture is more diverse it still seems a bit off key.
The second planet is one strange and foreign, at least to anyone else reading this. On this foreign plant you should know that during the day the stars shine by way of eyes, and at night the sun does not go down, a symbol of peace and hope.
At times it is known that the two worlds will never coexist peacefully side by side, this is a fierce sign of chaos: when chairs are upturned and suspicion roams the lands below. every noise is a reason to jump, in fright, and every word a new plot for destruction These times are the troubled ones in which i now live. I alone am here to with stand the pain, help where it is needed and endure all great hardships. I am the one who must clam the tides of uncertainty and restore freedom.
as we stand in our glass case
in a museum, just to be on display
every move is a new act
of what we want to portray
sitting and waiting always
for a new day
remember remember
the fifth of november
living in fear
without you near
what have we here?
in the shadows, in the dead of night
hiding behind your curtains
is where you stash your true self
in the bleak and empty quiet before
the sun rises once again
she’ll come out for momentary relief
don’t worry it wont last long
you be back to you porcelain faces
before dawn.
I’ve decided that when this is all over
I will be God[dess]
insane
in sane
go inside a drop of sanity
look past humanity
between vanity’s
and dump can it’s all over me
We sit inside time
looking for rhymes
avoiding the limes
spending out dimes
time is the meaning time is the answer
being fought by cancer
your hours dedicated to
becomes you
where does importance lie
fuck it lets get fryed
could you pass my
mask before i start to cry
we are but actor’s in the play
set in may
the month of a to long day
keeping the truth at bay
time looks us dead on in the face
to bad there is no mace
big enough to crack it’s face
but it is still an open case
time is the dance time is the audience
masked by “cants”
you are face value
on a menu down in malibu
a voter is nothing alone entity
like men attracted to tittys
action disguised as background laughter
a voter is nothing alone entity
Battling to survive
none will arrive
when racing time
you can’t match its jive
the question is the answer
has the missing link
passed by without a wink
try not to think
you’ll end up gone within the blink
Im Lovin It <3
Mc Donald’s buns have got
nothing on your round
perfect buns
your hair smells as good
as french frys taste and
shines like salt in the sun
walking under the golden arches
reminds me of lying in your bumpy biceps
people get dollar menu food
for the deal, but if i spent a million dollars
on you, it’d still be a deal
your lips are as big, thick,
and juicy as the tasty
mc nugget
your cream is as sweet
as a mc flurrys
you have less acne
than the cashier
your floors are always clean
Mc D’s calls everyday asking
for your ball pit
You are the greatest Happy Meal
i ever had
[ & you don't come from mc donalds ]
ba da bop bop bop baa
im lovin you
quiet town
suburb house’s in the middle of nowhere
a low fog from a horror movie
empty of life
street lights buzzing in the background
one voice heard once fading away
a drag
relief as mind takes space ship
below the sky there is nothing to be seen
a random light not far off the ground
the question what is that
calm coldness reaching in
a figure coat shaped appears
capturing interest
looking back appearance shows larger
knowledge knows its situated the same
reminder of indians dancing around a fire
gone modern
squishing out ember
walking up broken cement
also known as a side walk
closing the door behind you
and all that’s left is a memory
Seriously. I’d like to know.
I think I’m my biggest problem.
How do you just say “FUCK IT”
and live how you want to
despite what other people say.
How do you just ignore it?
Have i got it wrong..?
am i just supposed to change it somehow?
do i…?
I think it’s just because i’ve always had a certain way
of being told who to be
now i don’t
and i’m quiet clueless as to what
to do with myself.
Who am I??
I.?
there’s nothing anyone can even say to that.
right now,
i don’t even have anything to say to that.
whatever i do what i want.
wait..
no, i don’t.
Geeze.
happy thoughts oh where are you?
good things oh where have you gone?
what happened to what i thought was reality?
where have i gone?
it’s like i’ve momentarily checked out mentally
and now i’m running
on pure instincts.
&& there’s not much there.
my world as i look around
is strange and unfamiliar
every time i check back in with myself
it seems that i don’t recognize the girl in the mirror.
she’s always changing.
when i check back in for good, i better have
some dam good stories.
and explanations.
because right now. i don’t have shit.
you should have known. thats all i can think of.
but the message somehow got lost in translation.
the reality did.
oh well. one more day wasted.
emo=state of depression, while still in mind, before crazy.
it’s supposed to be you can control it.
but then it’s supposed to be [life=control]
because then your a control freak[if you do]
it’s all commentary in this game we set ourselves up for.
