Posted by Anonymous on 2011/10/25 under Uncategorized Somewhere to write, some place to think. But i have no direct ideas, i mean i dont know wat to write. Lets make it simple. The first idea that comes to my little brain compared to the whole universe. The love, the sex, the feelings, the ability to experience something new, thats wat keeps me alive make me stronger give me the reason to exist. I write just to write and nothing else. I want to share my crazy desert called brain. The thing that makes me to express my thoughts through this web site. So it unlike anything else. The problem of realizing our inside ideas. I’m sitting on a chair make fuss out of anything. Trying to put thing in order, but we all know that its better when they are separated. Chaos is another word for peace. Let me think of everything and anything. Be careful the time is not standing still. We all have to live, have to survive this perfect and hilarious world that surrounds us with majestic nature and inside beauty. The place called our home. The planet called Earth. The system called Solar. The galaxy called Milky Way. The universe called UNIVERSE. I just dont wat to do, sitting on word doing nothing. I need to do something so i decide to write. If only we have much more time to open our abilities, to outreach our bounds, to … I do believe we can reach such an unreachable point of no return, the final destination of our souls. I put to much effort trying to describe such an easy and complicated at the same time “life”. The real time-spending period of my ones life. The real problem wich we can not measure. I sitting and trying but all my tries just another word flowing in the wind. Now i’m getting tired of writing and wat so ever
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I hate people who think they are better then everyone else!! just because a 16 year old gets pregnet everyone starts haten her and saying thinks that are so mean! why do they have to be that way is over the top MEAN
My love, My love
I love you so
Bring god back to me to sing our prayers
to love is to wish
when to sleep is to be awake.
When will i find my love again.
The moon, the stars, the planet mars where did this all come from
the power of god, which is love.
Abby Groban Poem #1
My love, My love
I love you so
Bring god back to me to sing our prayers
to love is to wish
when to sleep is to be awake.
When will i find my love again.
The moon, the stars, the planet mars where did this all come from
the power of god, which is love.