Unfaithful

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

I feel it in the air
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Our love, his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this...
Anymore.

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

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Catherine(thats my name!!!!)

u can call me cat, if u want....

BY A FRIEND... (seraphinaballerina)

betrayal

...

Algebra 2 was borin. I didn't have my chain (My lil gold chain that I make knots with!! Crap!!), and the teacher was makin everyone laugh, but not me (Okay, a lil. I wasn't feelin the mood to laugh). We were doin the review 4 the retest 2morrow.

no way, me too!!!

wow, this person is like phyco, lol. no offence!!! but seriously, i am reviewing a test tomorrow 2!!! creepy...

UGH

UGH

well, i like it!!!! cool huh?

DANGER!

Danger!

I didn't chop my fingers.
They're just short and pink and fat.
I didn't chop my fingers
when I went CHOP, CHOP, like that!
I didn't chop my fingers
when I climbed up on the chair.
I've still got ALL my fingers,
and there's NO blood, ANYWHERE.

YOU might chop your fingers
if you play with Grandma's knife.
Just don't go in Grandma's kitchen,
if you want a peaceful life.

Grandma keeps the gate shut.
She won't even let you SEE,
all the poison in her cupboards,
and hot things for cooking tea.

She's got knives and forks and scissors, AND electric plug in toys.
And I'm not allowed to have them, 'cause I'm just a LITTLE boy.
When I get much bigger,
life won't be such a bore.
I'll have knives and forks and scissors,
AND a BLOODY HUGE chainsaw

u talking 2 me?

Introduction

This is a poem that illustrates that some girls today like to take the mickey out of guys they don't know, while they're making approaches to her.

Are You Talking To Me?

"Are you talking to me?" she said passing by
"Yes, you ... you ... next to the bald-headed guy,
"I think you're real gorgeous ... that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.

"I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies."

She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
"If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead."

ok...?

frogies: are they cute green things?... or deadly wart enlearger? the world may never know.

I've kissed some frogs,
I've got some warts.
But I got them removed,
( that is a good report).
But I'll keep on trying,
and I'll keep on kissing,
just to find the PRINCE I'm missing!

socks

If put two socks in the washing machine
Invariably I'll only find one,
When did the sock disappear too
One is gone when the washing is done.

The sock monster seems to gobble it up
But where or where did it go,>
If I put two socks in the washing machine
One will disappear, that is so. freaky...

dun dun dunnnnn!

4 craig

I did it, I tell you.
It’s finally done!
I gave up my cigarettes;
Every last one!
No more coughing or hacking;
Feel like dancing a jig,
'Cause I no longer need
To rely on my cig's!
No longer addicted,
I'm feeling so free!
Could this be the start of
A whole new me?

this is 4 my bro. i wish he would actually say this. i've been wishing 4 the past 4 years...

Bald people

He noticed something curious in photos of past generations,
That seemed so rife among the male gender of his relations.
All his forebears were hirsute deprived, or bald if you will;
If this was an omen of things to come, him it didn't thrill!

At age twenty-three he sported shaggy, golden locks,
As thick and curly as that of an asian wild ox.
He nourished his crop with pomades and tender, loving care,
Hoping he could forever keep that beautiful head of hair!

For some reason at age thirty-eight his forehead did expand,
And tufts of hair clogged his comb, this he didn't understand.
He spent hours before the mirror arranging his sparse tresses,
And in this having little success, just adding to his stresses!

A shiny patch of skin mysteriously appeared upon his crown,
And 'round his ears little was left but clumps of wispy down.
At age fifty-two he had no further need for his brush or comb;
There wasn't a trace of hair to be seen upon his glossy dome!

For his plight he bought a "rug", more delicately put, a toupee,
But his friends said he looked ridiculous, so he tossed it away.
"Bald is Beautiful and so Provocative", he'd oft' heard it said,
Still, he hid his gleaming skull 'neath a snappy chapeau instead!

   sucker!!!!!

little people...

Looking out my window I can see them running and laughing,
Little people kicking a ball upon the green grass,
No cares, no worries, just lots of time to have a lot of fun,
They're growing up daily every sun, so fast.

Their smiles and their laughter are a joy to hear and to see,
Little people enjoying life as they play so merrily,
It brings back many memories of my days years ago,
When I was a little person like them, that is so.

I am so nice!

or am i?

I DON'T MEMBER WHAT ITS CALLED!

The Dance
Green Apple Two Step

Oh, dear, oh, my!
It makes me want to cry.

I've been doubled up in pain.
Oh! This is such an awful strain.

They say it is the flu.
There's not much I can do.

Just "Let it run its course.
You'll be trotting like a horse!"

My southern friend calls this a dance.
Perhaps, there is a chance ...

You've heard it called by that?
Green apple two-step; knocks you flat!

Oh, my, oh dear!
Here I go again, I fear.

I mustn’t hesitate.
It will, then, be way too late.

I'm shaking with the chills.
I need blankets. I need pills!

Perhaps, some chicken soup
Just might knock this for a loop.

I’m about at my wits end.
When will I be on the mend?
Oh, whoa is me.
I am so weak in my knees.

My condition must’ve worsened.
Though I'm not a party person ...

Green apple two-steps got me prancin'
And I'm mighty tired of dancin'.

But the sad thing seems to be,
It still wants to dance with me!

Still, that's not the ultimate caper.
I just ran out of toilet paper!
My prayer, my plea,
Will someone please cut in on me?

HUH???

isn't it funny??!!

Isn't it funny how we doubt before we except.
And isn't it funny how we leap, before we prevent.
Isn't it funny how we laugh at instead of with.
Isn't it funny we revamp love with violence.
Isn't it funny how even our songs have changed their tune, from lyrics of joy to lyrics of gloom and doom.
Isn't it funny how we rarely pause to pray
unless we are having a seriously miserable bad day.
Isn't it funny you rarely hear the word hello
in a world that's always on the go.
Isn't it funny your hard press to see a smile
even if you should travel many miles.
Isn't it funny a poet defines by words strung together in lines.
To entertain a readers heart, soul and mind.
Isn't it funny each day we see the sun
is a day we all could or should reflect a little
respect and or love.

 hehehe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"the monkey"

THE MONKEY



You swing so gracefully from tree to tree,

You are a monkey as we can all see;

You love to eat nuts and bananas,

And even though you resemble us

You do not wear pajamas!!! ;) -^_^-

haha funny!

THE POINT

wow, blurry!!!! well, the whole point to the entry is that they supposably say they hate her, but they all go aff and b her friend, but when i say i hate her, i actually hate her. i know hate is a strong word, but thats how i feel.

get it???

grrr.....

Behind These Hazel Eyes: By Kelly Clarkson

    seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. i used to stand so tall, i used to b so strong. your arms around me tight, everything it felt so right. unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now i can't breathe, no i can't sleep, im bairley hanging on....

chorus 

Here i am, once again, im torn into pieces. cant deny it, cant pretend, just thought u were the one. broken up, deep inside. But you won't get 2 c the tears i cry. Behind these hazel eyes

i told u everything, opend up and let u in. u made me feel alright 4 once in my life. now all thats lft of me, is what i pretend to be. so together but so broken up inside. Now i can't breathe, no i can't sleep. im bairley hanging on.

chorus

swallow me then spitting me out. for hating u i blame myself. seeing you it kills me now. no i don't cry on the outside anymore

chorus

The End...

In loving memory of jessica bulldog- my loving puppy

7/20/05-4/9/06

Special thanx to my friends and family who helped me through this horrible nightmare.