I don't forget
                             I don't forge
                               I don't forg
                                 I don't for
                                    I don't fo
                                       I don't f
                                         I don't
                                            I don
                                              I do.....

Im now starting to open up and be honest if you have any unanswered questions just feel free to ask!

Love is a sacrifice decision made by the heart and the heart decides who you fall in love with sacrifices your entire world for love.

Bold=Chris
                Italic=Tiffany

You are darkest beauty
Hunted by this frenzy
These aging, wizened eyes
Track you through the night
Prey for the predator

As for the creature feasts on the most unknown meal of all not the dark but thy light

Draining the sweet innocence
Hungry for the souls taste
But you stay just of reach
The closer to thy light
It burns at this darkness

The light shines with no effect upon thy dark but the dark shines no mercy but glory and hatred the dark predator gives to thy light

This creature feels only rage
Consumed at he can not have
Fury at what he can never be
For he never knew the angel
Of the darkest beauty in hiding

Thy angel of light bares to thy soul of thy darkest part of the creature of the dark exposes its true beauty and shines light on its pure light and the demon of darkness demolishes thy lights soul and the light shall stay nonimmortal while the dark overules the light and captures both sides dark and thy light both parish in a eruption of flames and disappear in a thin of smoke and never return to thy land of good and evil.


Collaboration by Chris Smith the dark poet
And Tiffany Gold

A chance stands for an acronym
Caring
Happiness
Ancient
Nice
Careful
Erupted
*A chance every one wants one
People want to be cared about be happy grow old be carefully erupted to escape from bad times to create good everyone wants a chance.Don't you?

Im only very young and my life us just beginning.But I go to school in shapleigh a small school.And one day while eating breakfast in the cafê a boy around my age walks in and next thing i know i ask him out and we are dating then i find out he likes soccer and i would always play a game with him and then i found out the sad and hard to deal with part.He was cheating on me,I'd liked him so much i was heartbroken.To get him back for it I dumped him and he never got me back.

It's like memory lane filled with childhood and matriurity but without the memories I grew up with strict parents and harsh neighbors my life wasn't fun and after years of torture and hatred I don't know if I can return to this neighborhood this life again. I don't believe I can survive another thought of this house

"If you have one person with great potential and another with hospitality and kindness combine them together to create something magical."

                           -Tiffany

Roses are red violets are blue I don't know if I still can love you but I do!


Hey people I'm back I know it has been forever but I have been sooooooo busy but I misssed yall and I hope you missed me my heart is always with you guys I'm back!

Bored still wanting answers for fun things to do......I'M GOING TO BOSTON SOON!!!YAY!I'm staying in Arizona for ONE more week


WELCOME BACK soon  SNOW LOL

I like talking to people
Because other people are nice
I don't really like talking to you
Because you used to be nice,
And now you're not.  I don't know why.

But I don't feel nice when I talk to you,
I feel like I'm not being nice to you,
And I don't like that feeling.
Should I stop talking to you?

You make me think of things I have tried to forget for a long time
And I don't like thinking of things again,
Because I thought I had made a decision.
But you bring back the doubts I used to have all the time.
I lived with those doubts.  
They keep me from being happy all the time,
And I don't like that.

I don't know what there is that you can do to change things,
But if you could be nice to me, that would make me feel better about talking to you.
Then, maybe we could come to an understanding.
But I don't understand you, and you don't understand me.

I won't go through the hundreds of thoughts I've had about you,
Because you probably don't want to hear them anyway.
I just wish you were someone I'd never known,
And that I could meet you for the first time
And that we could be simple friends.
We messed that up before by being more than friends,
And now I feel like we are so much less than friends.

I wish we could be nice to each other.
I wish it wasn't my fault, or your fault, or life's fault.
I wish I knew what to do about you.
I hope you're okay, and that I am nice to you, even when I don't feel like it.
I hope you don't think unkind things about me.
I can't help it, I guess.  But I can hope.

And I hope you remember me.