...Watermelon....
...Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining...Well, I like him more than hard bread...
"That high school girl looked kinda sad. Seems like a little kindness might help, but you'd need some maturity to treat her that way."
I'm BenziRae (Abbi, if I know you.)
My entire life is centered around my friends, my computer, and the love of my life, whom my latest poems are about (from October 10, 08 and on)
I lost my muse for the longest time, and I'm just starting to get it back, thanks to this boy. He makes me think of the most amazing things to put into my poetry, but steals them away with a kiss...
His name is Tony, and I wouldn't be who I am today without him. He saved me from myself. And the last 8 months have been the best of my life. I honestly could spend eternity in his arms if he was willing to hold me for that long ^^
So bare with me whilst I gather together my poetic muse and thoughts.
And thanks for reading....
♥-::[[BenziRae]]::-♥
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I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing, but I’m Buddha when I sit
And if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it?
As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
By the faux-finest finds it’s been that way and god damn you, how you stay With every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.
--Say Anything, Yellow Cat/Red Cat
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
--Mayday Parade, You Be The Anchor That....
My backpacks got jets, coz I'm Boba, the Fette
--MC Chris, Fettes Vette
...Or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it's raining...Well, I like him more than hard bread...
"That high school girl looked kinda sad. Seems like a little kindness might help, but you'd need some maturity to treat her that way."
I'm BenziRae (Abbi, if I know you.)
My entire life is centered around my friends, my computer, and the love of my life, whom my latest poems are about (from October 10, 08 and on)
I lost my muse for the longest time, and I'm just starting to get it back, thanks to this boy. He makes me think of the most amazing things to put into my poetry, but steals them away with a kiss...
His name is Tony, and I wouldn't be who I am today without him. He saved me from myself. And the last 8 months have been the best of my life. I honestly could spend eternity in his arms if he was willing to hold me for that long ^^
So bare with me whilst I gather together my poetic muse and thoughts.
And thanks for reading....
♥-::[[BenziRae]]::-♥
((Quotes/Lyrics))
-----------------
I watch my neighbor’s son play with his shotgun in the street
I think I’ll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat
It’s strange; I’m skinny when I’m standing, but I’m Buddha when I sit
And if I’m truly so enlightened why’d I waste your time on it?
As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay
Right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest fucks get laid
By the faux-finest finds it’s been that way and god damn you, how you stay With every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day.
--Say Anything, Yellow Cat/Red Cat
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every waves drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
--Mayday Parade, You Be The Anchor That....
My backpacks got jets, coz I'm Boba, the Fette
--MC Chris, Fettes Vette
- Last seen on Oct 24 1:07 PM 2008. Member since October 11, 2006.
- I'm a diamond love poet for 198 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies".
- I am a 15 year old girl from Pennsylvania (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm trying to make sense of it all.
- Visit my homepage at myspace.com/pyrowindness
- I have 198 comments, 10 contests, 94 poems
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Driving far away from here; nothiong but eachother to hold17 lines, May 29, 2008. In Lost in thought, Romance, Personal., Escape, Teenage thinking, Freewrite, My life
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The roads were wet
Like a long black snake
Waiting to claim its prey...
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emotionally-unstabl on May 1, 2008abbi i loverz you sooo much!!
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Fallen Archangel on July 20, 2007hey dear one ^_^
ummm, I have little to say so...
YOUR AWSOME AND I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...ok, well i'll talk to ya later.
=P
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Fallen Archangel on June 17, 2007hey luv, I realized that even though I'm your AP brother I have not left a guestbook entry *GASP* thus here I am
*ta da*
XD laters sis!! (it feels awsome getting to say that)
--Austin -
The Squeeze on May 11, 2007So i have to say, I haven't seen you around in forever, you must be ignoring me
. Hope all is well, and I hope to see you around sometime! Keep writing hun, you're awesome at it.
Luffles
Arty
