Friday, December 14, 2007

get passed it all.

My tired eyes go back and forth between dark and light.
My changing temperature is keeping me confused and dizzy.
and yet...

I just don't care.

I eat a banana, drink some water and move on with my day.

So why don't we...
Get over it. Chomp on some prayer, be refreshed and relieved and go on with life.

Us silly humans we are. Silly I tell you.

cold beauty

My tired eyes go back a forth between dark and light. 
My changing temperature is keeping me confused and dizzy.
The cold nips at my nose and the dark creeps.                                                                                         The trees that usually comfort me and shelter me as I cry, hang and haunt me as I back away.

What is wrong with me? I mean..yes I'm ill, but am I sick? That sick?
Something moves and jolt. The moon is covered by the clouds that I usually call beautiful...because..
I forgot. I didn't remember. I didn't acknowledge and I didn't think.                                                              I'm sorry..Please let me see you and let me free once again. 

Friday, December 07, 2007

Bare foot and running through the woods.

I promise you I will never be the girl who was to practical. I promise.

I'm never alone. Ever.

But I like to sit with God.

My temple is being ruined.

I ate a hot pocket today. Groosssssssssss!

Wednesday, December 05, 2007


I hung my head. I went to the library. I started cleaning. I cleaned till you couldn't see me anymore. I became invisible. I hung my head once more.
I just stood there. Stood there in the library and cried. You, of course, will never know this..
I picked it up. That invisible thing. The one thing I choose to be so vague about.I listened to you. To you gripe and scream and grind your teeth.
I bit down to close the words screaming from my chest. I looked at you. I realized. We clash.
Ha. Isn't it funny. How I clash like that with almost everyone that I love? You have no idear do you.
Did you see that glance? Or were you being to oblivious to notice the things under your eyes and level with your nose?
So I'll sit in the middle of the street. and smile.
Forget.Breathe.Hold.Let go.
Letting go.

Thursday, November 08, 2007



You say.
Peace out.
Peace dog.

But really.
Whats it mean to ya?

You see it on the boob-tube..
You hear about it.
You read it.
You talk it.
You fake it.
It's sad> deppressing huh?

You have examples.
You were told to try it out.
You know what you think it is.
You love.

You see it on the boob-tube..
Its scary.
It's put on movies..for entertainment?

Love. Peace.
What do they mean now?

Death. Murder.
Does it hurt?

So everything seems fake to you?


Wednesday, November 07, 2007

my mouth said what???

So do you ever have words that just keep coming.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Simplicity is beautiful.

Simplicity is beautiful.

When everything is simple. You can't help but love life.

When everything seems so tiny..

and you are so freakin' not observant at all.

Is livin' it up..

When you are pretty and you could be all..IN YOUR FACE with it..
but instead ... you just don't care.

When you are comfortable..But you don't worry about how you weren't all IN YOUR FACE.
When 45 min. is more than enough in the morning.

When the smell of your morning coffee is enough to make you think, today will be a great freaking day.

When you dream of walking.


I'm happy.
Oh so freakin' happy.
Don't you wish you were as happy as I?

I'm happy. so freakin' happy.
I like to be so happy.

I am so happy.

People wear ugly shoes.

But I am happy.
oh so happy.

I am a happy little child. I am so happy.
Oh so freakin' happy.

That kid is wearing tube socks.

I am so happy. so freakin' happy.

SI am happy.

I like happy.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

It's there.

Stop. Stop until you feel somthing.

This feeling of anxiety.
I hate it.
It's addiction..

It pulls you in...
It paints purple under your eyes.
Makes falling asleep feel so valuable.

GO, GO, GO. Read til' you feel somthing..
Ha. Ha.

This feeling. This emotional high.


It loves you.
You love it.

It makes things so valuable.
and sleep so cheap.


You see it.
Now you don't.
BUT it's there.

You play games.
Love is sollid.

It loves you.

Because...after is love.

It's that.
Your hand floats a graseful mess over the grass.


You notice that your being shaded by the tree that hangs over your head gracefully.


Every time. EVERY TIME.

yes..I just yelled...

Okay no i didn't.

I need to be positive.

Life's hard right now.

Oh what the heck.
I should suck it up.

I will.

Lets talk.

About what?

About how I'm angry?


Why would we?
That would be silly.

Lets talk about fall.
I love the fall.

Its pretty.

It's good.



today is the first day of November.

a good day so far.

I'm hungry.


I went all October..with no pumpkin pie.


shimooog a jizzims.



Is he mad at me?

He seems ticked?


oh well.

I love fall...

I'm sorry if your reading this.

It's boring.

I'm boring sometimes.

Nah. jk.

I could be.

but I am not.
not to me.

Maybe to you..

Not to me.

I don't really get bored.

Not unless I'm stuck inside a building.

I like the cold.

Do you>?

Jonna doesn’t..
Do you Jonna?

I like winter.
I like coco.

It's time to eat.

I like food.
FOodddd is good.


I want food.


Hot coco.

hot coco is good.

I wish I had someone to drink hot coco with.

I always cry when I drink hot coco...


not always.

Just lately..

I am angry with myself.

I cry to much lately..

I don't take interest in anything..

But I swear to you I think I'm happy.

I am.

Happy that is.

Just I’m gonna miss him.


I'm not happy with people.

Life. I love life.

I am happy with life..

Just not people.

But who gives.

Lately I learned that the people are so not that important to my happiness.

I cry only because of love.

not break.

I love my friends.

I love my family.

People make mistakes.

I don't believe in expectations.

Believe that people do the best in the circumstances they are in.

He's ticked.



I'm not lying.

Its a pinky promise.

love you.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Different hopes and purpleie dreams I cannogt fathom what mister seems. I don't like big fat ones but not tiney eather I'm not talking about you I'm talking about a teeter. A teetter is a special pet, one you never take the the vet. I like my little teeter I'ma gonna name it peeter. bye bye..I gotta fly.

Bringing sexy back.. 9-24-07 10:42

On my birthday I party like its ninety and a half. And I do the funky chicken as i bow my face and laugh, I like purple strips and blue eyed phony signs I like 100 nasty chickens and a foamy bubble bath. I like to scream purple really loud and laugh at people on my cloud, I like funky wood and tee's, sometimes I sting bumble bee's and die and I honestly don't really know why, I like to publish stupid letters and wear ugly sweaters

Old post..My favorite.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007


Its a flower. It is red. it is orange. and it is also yeller. It's a flower...I know this. For sure. I took the picture don't argue with me. It really is..I would know...YES IT IS. IS TOO. UH HUH. I WIN. END OF DISCUSSION. i DO to WIN!!!! Shut up. You know I'm right.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

sarah and TYES poem

My stomach clenches as I feel the agony of yesterdays dinner.
I know once I lay this one down im sure to be thinner,
Did I hear a plop? Oh crap it keeps on coming and it’s impossible to stop.
I’m moaning and grinding my teeth I know I shouldn’t have ate all that beef.
It was green and a whole week old but now I’m feeling the grief.

Papaw called in to see if I was fine, I told him there was evil stuff coming from my behind. He thought that I was joking so he opened the door to come inside, He said “OH MY” with a sniff and took a big wiff, that’s how my papaw died.
He fell to the ground, and spit out his teeth,

Now I am sad, oh crap here comes my dad, Only if he knew.
Daddy please beleave me when I tell you this ain’t normal poo!!
He wanted the shampoo and there was nothing I could do. He opened the door and died like papaw, right on the floor.

Sure enough mom wanted the blush and only she would ask me to flush.
I did wat she asked then the nasty poo passed and now I got gas!!! Oh no what should I do, Hey I farted in my underwear..I think I felt poo.