We are serious, but I don't like marriage. When he is drunk he asks me all the time what I would say if he asked me. I say "don't be stupid, I like it like it is".
Sorry, he called me while I was trying to reply. He made me mad because he wants to put a pic of a 'Maxim' girl on his new cell phone. I hung up on him.
I feel lust for a lot of people. If I find passion with a person, that's what attracts me. I can lust for a lot of people. But I am also eclectic. If a person has a passion for things that I do, that's when they get a second look.
We seem to disappear at times. Just need "our time". I do the same thing. I lose friends because of it. But I dont like to be pressured. My capman would not accept it. He kept egging me on. So I took the bait...
Just have to understand we are not in high school anymore. Need space. Need to find me. Need to have breathing room for me. It's not about everybody. It's about ME in the end...
I just don't trust enough. I have been hurt. It's hard to trust when no one cares. My man cares, but acts like he don't. I'm always on guard. Shitty way to be, but that is where the wall starts to get taller and taller.
"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
Have been away for a few days & haven't checked in. I am going to the local "book mine" tomorrow & will look for your suggestion. Sounds like something I'd enjoy! For me, besides dialogue, it's all about the characters & how the author describes them. Wil
Freedom... Pure naked freedom. It's the loss of all inhibitions. It's like stipping off all your clothes and running bare bottomed through the desert durring a lightning storm, sand burning the soles of your feet and sweat and rain water running down your
I just thought like saying I finally got my prize for winning third place and second runner up for this stupid literature contest at school... I won ten bucks though. Yay! Ten bucks... Well, I at least had lunch money this way... I really went over board
First you must be able to spell. NOT I have always wanted to, I did write a play once and it was proformed. Its kind of like Steve Wright said I would kill for a nobel peace prize.
I think that I shall never see a beer as lovely as a tree the brew that joe's pub has on tap with golden base and fomey cap The golden brew I drink all day until my memory melts away poems are made by fools like me but only
that water was a bacteria fest
(your hottub included)