The truth, it an ugly
thing. It runs around,
keeping the truth away
from you. You can never
get to it no matter what.
Slowly it drives you
insane you can't stop
thinking about. What
is it holding... Then one
day the truth is yours
and it only makes
your life worse.
Because I had learned
the truth...
The truth is ugly.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 3:22 PM UTC
Time, time, time
I'm sick of time lets
run around for the
fun it. I'm sick of
hearing "We have no
time." What would
people do with nothing
to tell time with? "Tell
Me!"
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 1:10 PM UTC
In first grade, I learned the turth. And to make it worse I had no friends to share it with because a secret because a secret is not for 1 and not for 3 it only is for 2.
In second grade, I meet ME a girl like me. I think that life could not better but then...
In third grade, I learn that life is not for fun for poeple like me, and ME...
In forth grade, I learn to love my life to its fullest...
In fifth grade, life is as great as it can be for poeple like me and ME...
SO I LIVE LIFE TO ITS FULLEST !!!!!!!
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 1:54 PM UTC
Last week...
You told me a
story. That is
a story that
made me
think again.
At that moment
I could only
turn around
so I walked away
my love.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
Who am I? Am I the girl
you knew since
kindergarden? Or the
girl next door? Or the
girl that knows all? Or
the girl that reads all the
time? Or that girl that is
playing a guitar all the
time? Who am I? Do you
know?
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 4:03 PM UTC
One day after school
on the way home I saw
"Egypt" over the months
my friends and I made
Egypt better. One day
we lost Egypt forever.
And that was the end
of our fun with Egypt,
but then we became
Gypsies.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 3:36 PM UTC
Our story is story
that is everlasting
story that will last
forever. Our love
is a love that will
never end. We are
like the ying and
yang of love. My
love.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC
Love is a dance
that is danced
untill the lovers
can't love anymore.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
May 1999, on my way to school on day I saw you I wanted to be with you. On the way home, I saw you again. I saw you most days.
By June, I realised you went to our school. I felt like I knew you, but I'd never talked to you.
In September, you were in my class. I flet a rush of hope that I finally talk to you.
In October, I did finally talk to you. Because of a science project. Your name was Mike and you were a wiz in class.
By January 2000, we were good friends and did a lot of projects toghther.
At the end of June, I had changed schools. I realised that I can't live without you.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 11:48 AM UTC
Two years ago springtime I saw a boy in the park and promised myself I would marry him come next year.
One day in early summer, I finally found myself talking to him. Every word made me love him even more. I would marry him no matter what.
One night in fall, after a date he took me to the Park. He knelt to the ground pulled out a ring and said: "Madison, my only love will you marry me?"
In December, when I was shopping for my wedding dress, my phone rang and I ran to the hospital. When I got there my soon-to-be-husband was in a hospital bed because of a heart attack. Later that month, he had another heart attack and the doctors said that if he wanted to live to see us get married he would have to stop smoking.
We got married later that year and lived a happy live with two children, and died when we were eightyfour. We were married over fifty years.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 9:38 AM UTC