Hey everyone-
Sorry I haven't updated in a long-ass time.

Here's some of my "poems" if you will, to hold you over.You know the tingly feeling before you have to pee ( Read more... )

He's Mister All-America.

i'm amanda. i like to use this as my personal personal journal. altho my personal entries are to remain private. i wonder when my last public entry was posted. anyway, since i last wrote EVERYTHING and EVERYONE has changed. the people i was tight with, i'm not. the people i wasn't tight with, i am. i don't get it. i mean, as bitter and angry i am, ( Read more... )

crying for love as if ( Read more... )

I realized that these are the friends ( Read more... )

The day you realize Santa was never real is the last day of your childhood. Besides, if Santa (of all things to believe in) isn't real, then there is no chance that the Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy are going to survive past that day.

fuck people and their innocent stares
fuck them, they don't fuckin care
fuck the world, then smile with pride
welcome, this is my fuckin landslide.

i sit in the cold. inside. in front of an open door. he walks in. he sees me. he sits close to me on the bench. he puts his arm around me. "now, what are you doin' sitting here all alone? and so late at nite?" i give him nothing but a smile. we used to be friends. goods friends. then popularity took him. he is rich. he plays lacrosse. and soccer. ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt the trees were talking ( Read more... )

once upon a time a girl head banged at a concert. awaiting the show that she longed for since the storm, she shared stories of her scars, their history, their impact on her skin. the lights dimmed. the music screamed. she longed for the taste of brad's spit, and unfortunately it hit her cheek instead. chester's sweat ran from his forehead with the ( Read more... )