Hello, Hey hi! I'm alive,

I've stopped writing for away, for a yera or more I believe.
But I just wanted to say that I'm back! Not on blogger of course but on LiveJournal :)
So you can become my friend/ read my story/leave comments on my story @
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morris west

nobody said it was going to be easy

that is one very true line, indeed. my grandmother told me

that same quote, one night when my
mother left my father just like that. i don't think
i could ever look at love the same,

after what my mother did.

yet, i still lie through my teeth and tell my girlfriend that

'love her' but the truth is, i just need

someone just to fill the hole that dwells in me.

i don't want to fill it with Jack Daniel and vodka, i want to fill it with

an actual human being.

sometimes i wish i could just could find a way to escape from

this place, start over fresh like a new leaf.

the only safe place is probably the dock, no one rarely

goes there, especially at night

just to slip away from the booming television

'Scarface' and the loud snoring of my father,
looking the same every single day groggy and dirty
the smell of alcohol makes me want to gag
and other stuff that is indescribable.
maybe one day i'll here and find a place of my own,
but as for now i'm stuck here throwing pebbles into the sea
of blackness, i wish i lived there.

daniel ramon

what does it feel like to be a ghost?

i heard that saying before. usually chuckle to myself
and say "what does it feel like to be a ghost?
well, you can walk through walls and touch anybody
...anywhere" they usually
laugh once i said those words.
but now, i know what it feels like to be a ghost.
i walk through town, skate boarding and my friends
are coming through the clearing, usually a high-five
will be given instead i feel as if my face is giving a
high five to the sky. a hard hit and i land
on my back on the concert flooring. i watch them circle
around me and then float away like
skateboarding devils going into the depths of hell.
robin gives me the cold shoulder when we
walk pass in the hallways. i long for her touch
like the first night we lost everything to each other
her parents were away, i spent the weekend
with her. i wonder if she still remember those things.
i wonder if she kept the song i wrote her, but she probably
think they're just lyrical lies.
isaiah, he comes by my house now and then
he usually try to do homework but then we end up with
our hands down in each other pants.
we had a fight the last time, he still haven't told his
parents, that just pissed me off.
he knew i was, too,
so he brought me some kind of substance, it was strange
color but it was just my eyes decieving me.
he said snort it. i did and the next morning, i was laying
beside him with Across the Universe blaring on the television
and the substance all over the sheets and on our body.
i think i took drugs that night. he could've drugged me.

robin cooper

goodbye, my lover
the rain's patter-patter goes along rhythmically
with the sound of my heartbeat.
even though he is gone, i still feel his touch.
how his fingertips breezed along the small little
blond hair on my arm when we walked together in the park.
or the way his lips pressed against mine like a soft
cushion my head has laid upon before.
the way his voice sounded, smooth
as the silk that spread across my bed or
seeped into my moisturized skin.
the way he hugged me closely and tightly,
not hurting none of my bones, crippling
either one of them. only mending them into
my true identity.
they say everything progresses in time. time
fly pass and in a blink of any eye. he wasn't in my sight,
i was empty handed, the rain's patter-patter no longer
went rythmically with my heartbeat.
his fingertips has long gone to someone's else small

little hair on their arm. his cushion

like lips went to someone else's more thin, like ice.

his sliky voice didn't rang in my ear, went into someone else's.

he hugged someone else tighter. mending their bones together.
what was wrong with me?
was i not that talented?
was it because i did not come from a
different religion other than his?
no, it wasn't that at all. none of those are
true. i was perfect for him, it was just that

everything went into
place with just one little kiss on a boy's lips.
i'm moving along, but i can't get away from our past.
they say everything progresses in time.
that's bull, to me.

roxi anderson & clayson connors

one way road

which road shall we take, madam?
well i don't know, sir! make a choice, make a choice
your future lays ahead of you.
sir, one is a two way road and the other is a
one way road.
you have a keen eye, madam!
mm, two roads diverged between
a stop sign, but which one shall we choose.
you stride through the one way path, but
you can't make a u-turn!
you can stride through the two way path,
and take a bumpy ride.
sir, i'm not sure what are you saying.
you're confusing. dear, dear, take this peeble
and throw it into the one way road.
wasn't that easy?
why, yes! take this 1,000 pound
peebles and throw it
into the two way path.
i can't it's too heavy.
pick a road, pick a road! there's two roads
diverged between a stop sign, do
you know which one we shall
choose to get through life.
i do sir, i do. we're going to take the
two way road.