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this weekend
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I had a really fun weekend. And I got the nude pictures to prove it!!! just mail me Ill send them |
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this weekend
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How much for the nude pics? hahaha, they are free!!!! To all who ask!!! hahaha |
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this weekend
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hahahahahaha
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Topic:
this weekend
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I had a really fun weekend. And I got the nude pictures to prove it!!!
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wow man, sounds like you really bared it all on that one. did you write that yourself? its pretty good. as for her liking it, i guess it depends on how long you've known her. but i say go for it! I write all the crap I post |
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When I get lost in your eyes
The world becomes a lighter blue I can’t speak in anything but in awe sighs When I look at you You are more beautiful Then I think that I deserve An empty heart made full I wish I knew some better words I know I got some work to do But the weight of the world isn’t as heavy when I’m with you When you’re sleeping I tear up almost for a second believing in god Thinking maybe there is a reason I have lived this long Like a saint you have made a miracle happen with your inner light I never thought I would love again, Like I love you tonight I wish I was more eloquent And deserved your praise If there is a heaven then you must have been sent To me so I can be saved You shine like the sun But cool me down like the moon I can feel my heart run When I am with you I hope this message doesn’t scare you away But I am thankful you’re with me everyday You feel like home When you are in my arms I feel like I belong And ashamed of my scars You have bright eyes I could live in And a smile when you are in my embrace My sunshine life will begin When I get to see your face And I hope you let me stay around for a while I’ve never been happier seeing somebody smile |
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ehh, it's not good
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I haven't smiled for a sometime
You seem to have crossed that line I am breaking my self imposed rules Letting myself care about you My mediocre gray painting Has been given color other than pain This feeling goes beyond the erections, I feel a bond I am happy to spend my time with you I lay in the dark and it seems bright I wish I was holding you tonight I have got nothing better to do Than miss you already after i just saw you your warmth feels good on these tired joints and I fantasize about your curves and points You make my heart melt and start to smoke I mess up my words around you and tell awkward jokes I am happy to spend my time with you I've sat alone depressed I can show you the scars But the world isn't so big and scary when you're in my arms The TV lights the living room as you slumber and shine I am taken back by your beauty and that I am holding you for this time I kiss you on your soft lips then you shift your head and grin It's hard to control myself when I am touching your skin I hope that I'm not dreaming and that this moment I'll never forget The feeling is happy one I'll never regret. I am happy to spend my time with you. |
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thank you everyone.
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Topic:
My neighbor, the pig
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I hate this guy
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The weather doesn't quite match up with how I feel today
It's drizzling and sleepy and I am actually feeling Okay Unlike the rain we've had for the past week or so I'm feeling needed and wanted for the first time since a long time ago Am I just psyching my self up for more disappointment? Am I being raised up just to fall down and lament? I am being positive and not hating the dark world today She is like a light making brighter the clouds that are gray I find myself not being as cautious I should be I hope she feel the same way as me When she says she is I hope she isn't lying She's shines and shows me reasons for not dying and now I want to live Misery loves company but so does this odd happiness Until this point I've been self destructive and depressed It isn't often I think about someone other than myself But I am thinking of her warm body pressed against my mouth I hope this isn't a feeling I'll regret I put all I got left on one bet Now that I get outside and exist I'm just waiting for her next kiss |
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Topic:
My neighbor, the pig
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My neighbor the pig
In his dirty house of twigs I hear him eat all the time living in his excrement like swine His mud over flows into my yard as the wind blows I am just a lone wolf Yelling at him I huff and I puff I wouldn't eat you little pig You smell just like your sh1t The cheese you eat has made you big But I am angry just not throwing a fit clean up the yard were forced to share It looks like a diarrhea war zone I'll grab your chin and pull out that hair I just wish this lone wolf could be left alone My neighbor the pig with canckles for legs Eats his weight in slop Not as high class as the other pig the cop It's brown and red all on the ground Around me sh1tting where you eat is not allowed I am afraid your carelessness will give me disease I'm already itchy from your fleas My neighbor the pig Wants to talk to me I hide behind my wig Tries to sell me his stuff To buy more meat for his face to stuff His fridge is full of his dead friends Whose lives came to untimely ends And I the wolf am supposed to be The monster but it isn't me |
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Topic:
Can you?
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Can you think of anything greater than mothers? My mom just sent me a care package and I feel like a sissy momma boy, but god damn I love my momma.
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It's been a while
since I have smiled I am sorry it's hard to commit It's so different to me to be happy when for so long I've felt like sh1t and I know you deserve better than me I hope you know not everyone sees me laughing I've shown myself to you usually I just hide You're a good reason not to commit suicide And the blues are much brighter in the sky and in Tom Waits voice The sun is much brighter Now I can see that i have a choice I am choosing to live again Standing up for myself You've been a good friend By pulling me out of my hell I've turned from my pride And stepped back outside It really can be beautiful to exist it feels like I'm high or that maybe I've died when I hold you or when we kiss And I know I don't always say the right words and I speak out loud as the thought occur usually I am silent hiding black I'm feeling again since you brought my soul back |
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As I sit back and stare at my phone
Waiting for your text message to appear I feel so insecure and alone wishing that you were here I just need to tell you I cracked a smiled today The first in almost a year Waiting for what you have to say Coming on too strong is what I fear but you write back, you're ok I am sorry you met me at my worst I wish i would have met you first I'm so awkward and I over apologize For being honest I am out of lies I wish I could fully give my heart but it still hurts I wish I would have met you first The picture i was in was almost all gray you added some green and the sun is yellow again I never know what quite to say It's so different to be hoping again You've been so sweet my teeth are rotting out and I haven't written any poetry with a smile usually I just sit alone and pout It doesn't feel normal to enjoy life for a while I know I have not fully recovered from the heartbreak but you are my pain killer treating the symptoms when I'm around you I don't feel that ache I never been that good at amorous songs so I'll just put it plain and clear I am getting better hanging out with you I feel like a better person with you here The last one left me mangled, but I'm rebuilding, healing, getting stronger around you. |
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Edited by
JTstrang
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Sun 09/07/08 09:35 PM
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In my leg is a pain from chasing a four year old around and wearing slick shoes while wearing a tux. Needless to say I now get to buy really expensive pants. i can't blame the kid, he was being a kid. Oh but how kids are weird, a bunch of the young kids followed me around like I was the pied piper of children, expecting me to play and make funny faces because I kind of looked like a children's show pirate with that tux on. So I played around until I made the parents nervous because I am odd, I mean what 26 year old guy enjoys throwing a ball with a four year old? A damn loser named JT that's who goddamn it. I don't feel though I am a fit role model or playmate for kids, I curse and don't realize it, I drink and smoke and I listen to a cacophonous anarchy that is called punk rock. In the end I got really drunk off some whiskey, locked my keys in my car and woke up at my friends place not knowing where I am. I texted a lady I am growing fond of and I am lucky she isn't as embarrassed by my sissy remarks as I am. Oh what a mess i am. I am like a radio active bomb site destroyed and strangely intriguing, the kids wanna play with me because there is this, "i know this is dangerous and he is much more careless than mom and dad" type of vibe I give off. Maybe I need to grow up, become even more boring and let the idealism die inside, but if I lost that, I think I would cease to exist. **** it I am a ****ed up person, I guess you all are gonna have to deal with that. well off to bed to go to a job where everyone hates me. Someday my revenge will smile at them, but most likely a toothless smile, disgusting but no bite. Goodnight everyone. |
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Topic:
drunk
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God damn am I drunk. it's my buddy's wedding and I am a groomsman. I am hit with flashbacks of my own wedding. Drunk is the best I can do. hhmmm drunk enough to strip? yes. But it's not pretty, I maybe good at the naked dance, but it's not pretty to watch. |
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Topic:
drunk
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God damn am I drunk. it's my buddy's wedding and I am a groomsman. I am hit with flashbacks of my own wedding. Drunk is the best I can do.
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((myanimalcracker))
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god I suck. I quit
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Well I search my soul and my thoughts
is cluttered and messed up in there conflicting ideas is what I got Where the good ones got put I don't know where so I drink and pray kneeling before a porcelain god is my pain here to stay Am I just permanently flawed Moving on will get easier as I move out of here I wasn't the one leaving her I have been filled with too much fear a broken mirror on the floor of an unlit bathroom I got bare feet walking even away never hurt more You'll know where I've been if you follow where I bleed An apartment with nothing much in it it's still hard to move around it's just a bed, some chairs, and worthless **** most of my clothes were given or found My stomach extends even though I don't eat nothing in here is clean I have no view It something old a borrowed seat The only thing new since you left is me feeling blue |
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