BEFORE I DIE

before i die i want to tell bubba that i will always be there for him i want to let poncho know that he is the best brother anyone could wish for i want to tell skyler to shape up but that i will always love him i want to tell mom that she doesnt need someone else to complete her i want to tell dad that he needs to grow a pair i want to tell mae that she needs to be human i want to tell buttercup that she is everthing she needs to be i want to tell ofwea that she is special i want to tell everyone in my life that they had a part in making me who i am today before i die i want to fulfill all of my wishes when i am dead i want to stay on earth and do everything i never got the chance to do

Br OkeN DreAms

I was on a walk with two of my friends tonight. As we were walking I was talking with one friend "Patricia" and we were talking about opening a bed and breakfast in Ireland, and saving up so we could start a bakery/antiques/bookstore and meet a nice Irish man in a band. My other friend "Jahosephette" said that something will get in the way of our dream and we won't be able to make it. I walk alone. I walk alone. I am not heard. I don't know how to be heard. Nobody helps me. Nobody notices. I dream of everything. Everything crushes those dreams into shards of broken glass. I walk alone. I walk alone. I see the birds and the bees everywhere I look. I see glazed eyes. I see achievements. I see smiles. I see posers. I walk alone. I walk alone. The sky is falling, chickens run. Mist blocks the mountains. The mountains block my view. Something will come along and shatter my dreams, like my achilles heel. I walk alone. I walk alone. Doubts are placed in my head. Who do I turn to? I walk alone. I walk alone. I see green moores, I see grey fallen stone. I see sheep. I see cobblestone streets. I see pubs. I see beards. I see huge bodies of water. I see people in love staring at the Eiffle tower then gazing at their lover. I see hopeful people tossing coins into a fountain. Hoping to find that lost dream. I see ruins of the ancient world. I am alone. I am alone.

I am thinking of you

Dear Sir or Madame or. . . Thing. I've been thinking about you since birth. You've been thinking of me since conception. At first I thought about you like screams think about yells. You were thinking of me like breaths think of life. Then I thought of you like falling thinks about cliffs. You thought of me Like walking thinks of hands and feet. I thought of you like tears think of salt. You thought of me like book bags think of books. I thought of you like love thinks of hate. You thought of me like a future thinks of new chances. I thought of you like a foreign land. You thought Of me like better oppertunities then I thought of you like fear thinks of R.O.U.S.'s. You thought of me like lockers think of safety. I thought of you like sharks think of tuna. You thought of me like teachers think of helping pupils. I thought of you like velvet thinks of burnt Silk. You thought of me like scalping thinks of hair. I thought of you like freedom thinks of the open road. You thought of me like like a seat belt thinks of safety. I am thinking about you like dorm rooms think of new beginnings. You are thinking of me like new beginnings think of old habits. I think of you like my next Halloween thinks of candy. You think of me like Violence Day thinks of Friendships. I think of you like seniors think of the past. You think of me like Charlie Sheen thinks of hooch.

You gotta learn to laugh, it's the way to true love.

Love is. . . painting a picture with unknown colors. Love is. . . a imperfect perfection. Love is . . . sharing secrets. Love is walking 500 miles. Love is. . . a sightless bird, not knowing what is happening. Love is an absense of fear. Love is. . . being in a dream. Love is. . . safety. Love is. . . jumping up the Eiffel Tower. Love is. . . hugging a tree. Love is lifting each other up. Love is. . . laughter. Love is. . . a bleeding heart. Love is. . . waking up in a dark bloody room and knowing you are in someones heart. Love is. . . starry nights. Love is. . . cutting off your ear. Love is. . . tape. Love is. . . willing to be loved. Love is. . . fate. Love is a penguine. Love is. . . hate. Love is. . . paper hearts. Love is. . . glue. Love is. . . letting go. Love is. . . friendship. Love is. . . weird. Love is. . . not wanting it to end. Love is. . . coffee, it keeps you up late at night. Love is. . . for life. Love is. . . a fairytale.