They broke my heart
They made me feel like ****
Id like to thank them for breaking me like a tooth pick.

Im glad they broke my heart
Cause I would have never met him
So ill never look back at those times again

8/28/13
Wish I could just say ******* and move on
cause it seems like everything I do, I do wrong,
so I push forward and try to put you behind me
for some reason, you pop up and remind me
of all the good moments, like the bad aint exist
we get cool and it all just happens again
you normal, but i’m going through all this sad **** again,
you treat me like an enemy but leave our status as friends
how about I do my thing, and you just do yours
we both put up a white flag and call off the war
cause at the end of the day what is all for?
We get nothin less, we don’t get nothin more
I hope you can find happiness cause you truly deserve it.
One day you’ll find your match and you two will be perfect
you’ll mature with him and I’ll get older too
and maybe with time i’ll get over you.
i feel like this conversation is long over due
my apologizes for all the tension placed on our friendship
i’ll see you in the future but for now i’ll end this.

Don’t plant no seeds if you anit ready to garden yet, cause too many uncared for plants leaves the farm in debt, the “rotten”seeds always seem to harm the rest, we can point out the issue why we anit fix the problem yet? Cause anything healthy in nature always get harvested.

Right now

I am in a library with my English class

Hiding

Hiding from my teacher


Like

A worm

Hiding from an eagle

But what is my life to a worm's?

Worms enjoy call of duty just as much as any other American

Swaguespack counterattack my girl is black

Life is
About getting buckets.
How would Kobe live if he couldn't?
That's a mystery mankind will never truly comprehend.
A bucketless Kobe is a fake Kobe.
The sound of that string music is unmatchable.

The Kareem sky hook.
The Curry j.
The Kobe fadeaway.
The PG windmill.
These are all different forms,
They all get buckets.

Cherish these buckets like no other.
One day you will be old and grey.
Like bill Russell.
You won't be able to get buckets anymore except for in your dreams.
When your career is over. You will miss it.
You can't get buckets forever.

Hate is a red pair of Jordan's

Jealous of what they can't have
Swollen with anger
Hate derives from jealousy
Alway wanting more
To fit in with the ballers
The 7 foot giants that they'll never be

To be cooler than an ice
To hit the game winner
Crowd roaring
Adrenaline pumping and coursing
Through aching veins

To have swag
To be like MJ
To be D1 bound
To make it to the league
To get buckets
The string music
Composed by the ball swishing though the net

But it just isn't as simple
As a shiny new pair of shoes
New shoe smell
Fresh out of the box
That cause all this violence
Hatred and ruthlessness
Blood dripping on the cold dark streets

A society where
Shoe game is more important than personality

A coat of black and a dash of red,
Clinging to the cat tail, peering ahead.
Swaying with the spring breeze,
Temperature cold enough to freeze.
The red winged black bird, scarlet on black,
But a predator watches, ready to attack.

A coat of red and a face of white,
He's the reason not to go out at night.
The beast is lurking through thick spring mud,
Moving ever so carefully trying not to make a thud.
Bending its knees, ready to pounce,
Sizing up the bird, ounce for ounce.

However the bird is much too agile.
The predator will be hungry for a while.