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July 1st, 2006 at 5:06 am
The subject i wanna talk about is “first love”..whether ur young or old or whatever…last night i thought i truly believe people belong to the first people they fall in love with…i mean as long as its BOTH of their first loves…think about it all the grownups and movies you see they talk about how they will never stop loving or forget that one person they were first in love with…why should anyone feel that emptiness?why do people have to force away feelings?why if its so true do you go through life trying to replace that one person you know you cant.. the thing when your young is usually both make so many immature mistakes and everyone around them says oh its not meant to be..which sometimes is very true but its impossible to tell…shit 5:55 make a wish.. k NOW im not saying what me and “Griselda Burhan” had was true love …i mean shit it was GREAT, fun, exciting, we shared many first things together, and when we were together it was just undescribable…a lot of me has gotten over her in a way. and i still get sad and lonesome when i think about all the awesome times we were together..but what i believe is if its truly meant to be then it will happen and something will bring us together…maybe not now..and im not saying thats gonna happen…im definitely not counting on it or depending on it..just for now im getting over her and as long as we dont talk i think it should be okay…but i just want him to get over me and be happy and i really just hope the best for her because i really love her i hope he does ok…i just want us to be frends again, which cant really happen yet cuz neither of us are over eachother..but who knows..just live…i guess the one thing people have to ask themselves is, Was what we had REAL? ” love is real, real is love ” love peace later
August 3rd, 2006 at 4:55 pm
Speaking, hearing, exclusive to the normal of the world
Concocting creations with verbal dexterity imposed only on the insane
Where a when or a who or what can be heard
Do you believe only madmen can decipher the words?
There was no need to hear to write or to read for the sensible of heart
All can be kept inside of a head, with only a picture to guide
These words I have heard from people or persons gone by
Believing in old ways gone forever, with the nameless
Is this a belief shared by you all?
Is there anyone out there who believes all this bull?
Sometimes I feel so alone sitting here with a pencil
Writing naught that any person but I will read
How I wish there were more of us littering the globe
Or could it be I just live on an ignorant road?
Are you sitting out there, are you listening to me?
Are you speaking?
Not grunting and picking at fleas
I’m confident I’ve found you, as it has now been made clear
If you grunt and don’t read you won’t even hear
These ramblings of mine, so I’m sure you’ll agree
That words are the pictures we all need to see!
August 3rd, 2006 at 4:58 pm
“A Bastard In A Box”
These visions of truth
Do they even exist?
Cloud come hold my hand
Show me to the exit
I want dreams in color
Black and white is gettin’ old
Sky come and cover me
Hide me from this cold
Vivid hallucinations
This is my future to come?
Wind come carry my voice
This place can’t be undone
These haunting truths
Will they forever exist?
Stars come and guide me
Show me to the exit