Poetry-my biggest shortcoming. I've got lines of poetry that I made up floating around in my head, but nothing seems to go with them. They're kinda pretty, too. And sad, some of them are sad, but they came out of a really bad time, when I was in a really bad place, so naturally they're not upbeat. The most prominent one, which is also the most perplexing sometimes, is, "I'm sorry and goodbye." Nothing seems to go with it. Just random times it circles my head and beats me around the brain like "come on stupid! use me!!!!" Ha ha, it's so random sometimes. "Some hearts they just get all the right breaks." And the DHS bathrooms don't work well, except in the gym. I almost fell over using my foot to hold the handle down for almost forever to get one to flush properly. They're a proper pain in the a**, I tell you. "Whatcha gonna do wit' all dat junk, all dat junk inside yo' trunk?" lolzerz The Phantom! Oh!
"My dirty little secret." (thank you racheal)
~nepie
nepie · Tue May 09, 2006 @ 11:36pm · 0 Comments |