Anonymous I

Looked better on you.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:37:32 GMT

The Cubs and I.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:29:31 GMT

The Cubs are the hand, if anyone was wondering.

:-)

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 02:10:41 GMT

I wonder if Alex and Mavi would let me dress up Isabella as Robin for Halloween. That'd be awesome!

bam bam baa: Who writes this shit?

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 03:28:44 GMT

When knowing you wanted me was paired with your smile,
I swear to you, in me, I heard music and laughter.

A Eme O

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 09:01:05 GMT

it's all so tragic.
trying to find inspiration from the convolutedness that is Cummings, from
the song's I hear, and the pictures i see.
I am tired, i find, of wishing and not knowing.
of every moment that I experience reminding me of you, of you occupying the world,
every street, every word. all my bands now yours. Every thought and every one.
tired because if you were here I would long for the night and the sleep. anticipate the sounds,
the consumption   of energy that my love would undertake,
the recharging every one of your breaths would give in return.
Sad of the days before you, jubilant for the days with you. expectant.
incessantly aiming for your smile and glee.

when the sun greeted the earth with its light and I woke
         you'd been up for hours, my sunrise was your naked body
when the sound of your heart woke me up to its need to go outside,
       i gladly heeded it's call, so that you may rest,

for your heart is my heart.
and was and will be.

I realize

Fri, 24 Jul 2009 20:59:12 GMT

I run a lot. That can't be good. I am gonna be better now.

Qui�n si no yo, qui�n si no t�.

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 20:50:24 GMT

Duro pega tu alma con la m�a por que la alegr�a viene de a�os,
Duro pega que en el alma va naciendo el fuego casi de inmediato.
Duro pega por que las caricias suelen ser siempre lo m�s buscado,

Pa� morirse de amor.

How Much I Miss You

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 03:32:51 GMT

Sigh

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 19:07:40 GMT

My words fall short
and my aim falls through
for the one worth keeping.
One too pained and too bruised.
One too scared and too hurt
to see how my sun and my moon
set upon her brow.
And always has and will.

As I withstand the ennui that hurt
has caused her to place upon me,
I walk around these busy streets
and everywhere I go, I find
the girls I know wish for me
when all I want
and all I see is her.

In the crawl of the day, I wait.
In the quiet of night, I wish for you.
Imagine you soft and blithe
back and willing, for the one
who found you worthy to abide all storms
and resolved to fight for you at every turn.

You don't have to worry.
Nor be afraid.
This is real love.

T� m�s que nadie mereces ser feliz

~shakira

Thanks, that was fun.

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:27:02 GMT

I'm learning / I'm yearning / I'm burning all your stuff / But that's not enough
I'm faking / That I'm aching / Mistaking lust for love.

Thanks that was fun. / Don't forget, no regrets / Except maybe one.

Did I scare you? / When I dared you / I stared you in the eye / And told you goodbye.

It shocked me / You mocked me / When you walked me to the bus

Thanks that was fun. / Don't forget, no regrets / Except maybe one
Made a deal, not to feel / God that was dumb.

Everybody knows the deal fell through. / I was hoping I could just blame you
When was it that I became so soft? / This sentimentality doesn't look good on me
I thought that you would be begging to be with me / But I'm the one on my knees, blubbering
Please let me stay.

I'm jaded / Deflated / I hate it when you call / Which isn't at all
I've spoken / Though broken / Here's a token of my love .

Thanks that was fun. / Don't forget, no regrets / Except maybe one
Made a deal, not to feel / God that was dumb.

Don't forget, no regrets / Except maybe one / Made a deal, not to feel
Thanks, that was fun.