Holy Shaith Look Who's Back
Hokai. Ima Keep this short, simple, and to the point. Not really. A lot of shit has happened that I've forgotten about, but this update will update you on how I've been. I've been good. Now. Today err Yesterday was an interesting day. Me daver and conrad went to skewl as usual. conrad slammed danced through the puddles. It was simply the most amazing thing i ever SaWeD. So that was that. Then me and daver sir went to the mall and saw lots of people. We saw JaY ZoN at Dee Queue. And i got a MoCha MooLaTTe oF couRsE. While we were standing there, patiently waiting for something to happen or do something cuz we were bored, Kristen came out of nowhere and said hi and stuff to us. Its cuz i usually think about her a decent amount and at the time i wasnt and she popped outta nowhere cuz through me off balance. I was at a lost for words. I all i could do was watch her eyes move franticly around as if she didnt know what to say or do either. But it was good to see her hadnt in a while. Then she left cuz friend was being rude and wanted to leave. i wanted to slap her. Then i went to the pisser, and i saw casey my friend/co worker. (not in the pisser outside of it cuz its not a co ed pisser). HaHa. So we chilled for a while until like 6 then we left. Then me, daver and his mom went to macayo's and ate. Plus we played the crane game. I raped at it. SO hardcore. I almost got 2 puppets in one try. I am amazing. PeaCe. Then we went bowling after. COnrad has his best game ever 195. and otto gLawK wasnt there. End of stoRy and journal update peace.
I wrote something too peace.
It's been a while and might be rusty.
"The Impression of my Oppression"
Silence dwells on the age I give it
but people always seem to lure silence away and kill its mood.
They don't seem to care how I want it fit.
I guess it needs to be perfectly set, far from crude.
Oppression has seeped into my aura making me look ignorant.
it came with something I didn't expect to find so soon,
its the same thing that makes me breathe hard and pant
I sometimes search for answer's in midnight's high noon.
Sometimes I wish someone would just break my heart
so it could trigger my source of tears,
the tears would blind my eyes and bring about my worst fears
I would have an obscured vision to the rest of the world
but not to the one who ruined mine
and do everything all over from the start
how I can I explain all of this above stanza,
without every truly going through it
dont mind my boasting
It's the Impression of my Oppression through Succession
and I try to keep it oppressed.
I dislike my poems rhyming
but they stick in your head,
just like my timing
remember that instead
I wrote something too peace.
It's been a while and might be rusty.
"The Impression of my Oppression"
Silence dwells on the age I give it
but people always seem to lure silence away and kill its mood.
They don't seem to care how I want it fit.
I guess it needs to be perfectly set, far from crude.
Oppression has seeped into my aura making me look ignorant.
it came with something I didn't expect to find so soon,
its the same thing that makes me breathe hard and pant
I sometimes search for answer's in midnight's high noon.
Sometimes I wish someone would just break my heart
so it could trigger my source of tears,
the tears would blind my eyes and bring about my worst fears
I would have an obscured vision to the rest of the world
but not to the one who ruined mine
and do everything all over from the start
how I can I explain all of this above stanza,
without every truly going through it
dont mind my boasting
It's the Impression of my Oppression through Succession
and I try to keep it oppressed.
I dislike my poems rhyming
but they stick in your head,
just like my timing
remember that instead