The friday of that week came fast, and every friday night there is some kind of ho down in the poorly decorated gym, where the “herd” gathers to cosort under a rusty dico ball and groove to Enya and Jewel. I normally would avoid such spicy activities, but having heard that “him” would be there… Continue reading those 5 seconds prt2
Author: foreverforgotten
i'm living in "my personal hell" california... the sunny state that never shines...... I have no insiteful things to say other then people suck and anyone who feels otherwise can go and suck with them....
Those five seconds
I walk through the same hall… everyday, I see the same people walk past me with their eyes intentionally pointed away from me… everyday, and I hear the same gossip being past along by the same mindless, incoherent, disgusting people… everyday. This day was different, incredibly different. When I took my same everyday walk… I… Continue reading Those five seconds
Forever me… Forever you
I carve your name into my arm, in stead of hunted… i am charmed, knowing that your heaven sent, my heart is broken… yours is bent, but, since theres nothing I’d rather do, forever me… forever you,
He makes Me… another kevin poem (ugg)
These feelings, I face, everyday, Can I change them, no; there is no way, Im living a lie, corrupted, unreal, Itching and burning to make my self feel,
Jordan…. Stopped (prt 1)
“sometimes… i think of just stopping” said Jordan daised and uncleer. She knew why she was there, and that she couldn’t stop herself from being there. She also knew, that the chair she was sitting in bore her raw in-human soul, and she had no choice but to pour her heartl out to this, in… Continue reading Jordan…. Stopped (prt 1)
jacky’s dress (true story)
Jacky and i were best friends, 2yrs ago during her first summer in California, she had just moved from Kansas. She was the most beutiful and outgoing person that I had ever met in my then 13yrs of breif life.
The girl who wasn’t There
She chose to walk alone Through all dark and unheard things Having no place to call home Her life clung to her like puppet strings
