| This is where all you lucky bastards get to read the things that go on in my head when I'm not rambling about something or another.. |
| A pretty little poem about a pretty little girl.. popular blonde little girl.. hyperactive bunny popular blonde little girl.. in a good way of corse, lol |
| It's a love poem, but I dont remember who it was about.. I wrote it like a year ago.. but it still applies to my little adventures to this day |
| And crawling on the planet's face Some insects- called the human race |
| I think this one proves that I actually DO have deeper thoughts than most would think.. |
| I love that title.. I'm such a meanie.. bwahahahahaha!! |
| Just a bit of my emotions on your computer screen.. |
| Comes highly recomened by Rachel and other super cool people!! My personal favorite as well.. |
| I wasn't sure if I should put this one up when I first wrote it but I wrote it, I like it, and I think it's pretty so here it is. |
| Even I'M not completely sure what I was talking about. |
| I love that title.. I like the title even more than the poem in general. |
| Popular people inspire me so.. |
| Written fairly recently.. but you know how it is in the Ghetto Grove.. in the morning you request to never speak to someone again and by the afternoon you're sitting in their lap (not like that has ever happened to me, lol).. so much can happen in one day. |
| This is the poem I wrote when I left camp to come home.. it still makes me tear up.. |
| I wrote most of this in science class.. and it's probably not about who you think.. I know who you're thinking of.. nope, not him either. |
| I wrote this during spanish class in like, less than a minute. It may not be my best work but I think it's rather cute, if I do say so myself. |
| This one is for the groupies. We've been through alot and supported each other through it all. No matter how much shit we talk we all love one another, I know I do. We're going through alot more than we've been through before right now and I know we'll be able to get through it safely if we stay together, no matter how bad it gets. I love you all. Don't leave. |
| I really like this one. It might not make much sense to you but I wrote it for myself, and I know what it means. If you're really curious you can ask me about it. |
| I love this title. I used to write it on my hand when i was bored in class and stuff. It's all cute and hopeful and stuff *smiley face* |
| It's all so true.. god dammit. I was seriously waiting for it. Oh well. It's nothing I haven't gotten through before. |
| I was writing this in some kind of limerick style thing. Then I got pissed off with one of the rhymes. It was hindering my ability to finish!! Then I said "Screw it.. I don't need format" and this is where we are today. |
| Read this one! It's about bunnies and sunflowers! Oh, and there's a picture of me.. more or less. |
| These are lil mini-poems that i never got around to finishing. Why don't I finish them now? Because I don't damn well feel like it! That's why! |
| Observation is a powerful thing |
| If there was one poem on this page I would take off for "personal reasons" it would be this one.. and now, just because of that, you're surious and you have to read it. |
| 2/22/03 - True story! There's a bouquet of roses in my room and "they're living longer than I thought they would". Maybe not for months, but a long time. |
| I like this because it's confusing. You can't tell if I'm being sarcastic or not. To clarify, I am being sarcastic. All actions in this poem were commited by the "you" or myself. I believe it's my fault, I'm just denying it. |
| I love this one. People keep finding grammar mistakes and such but they don't seem to realize that I don't care. I wrote it the way I wanted it to be written. My poem! |
| *Jaws music plays* Ahhh! It's the chair of failed relationships! The chair of TWO failed relationships, to be exact. |
| It's times like this.. when I write poems. I love the picture on this page. I have no idea where I got it though.. it's just random, but I thought it represented my feeling well. |
| Esquivel says rape is a strong word. I say that word was written with a strong emotion. This poem sounds like I was married and he took my kids. Yeah, no. Look deeper into it. |
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