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Monday, June 05, 2006
Posted at 08:19 am by babybluepoet35
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Friday, June 02, 2006
What i hate, i have become What i am hates who ive been and what i really am has to be hidden away i am so confused Im so sad I just dont understand What i am Ive fucked up Ive lost command of what i am of who i am Im not in control Im overwhelmed the nicotine has taken its fall Im tired Im tired Im worring constently Im a vercous reck continuessly my worry rock has turned to dust Now im here twidling my thumbs what am i, who am i......
Posted at 10:29 pm by babybluepoet35
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What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Honey
Were you a boy/girl scout? NO
Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? no
When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? About a week ago
Can you change the oil in a car? Yes
Ever gotten a speeding ticket? no
Ran out of gas? no i dont drive
Best thing for breakfast: Bacon egg and cheese biscuts from Mc Donalds
What is your usual bedtime: when i am about ready to fall out of the chair from being online
Are you lazy?: Ive gotten beter.. lol
Do you read the newspaper?: no, too depressing
How many languages: a lil spanish "yo estoy y rubia y tonta!!!" and "ella es bastardo" and "Te Amo Mucho". translation (I am blonde and stupid. She is a Bastard, and I love you alot. ) lol
Do you have any magazine subscriptions? Vouge
Which are better Legos or Lincoln Logs? Lincoln Logs all the way..
Red wine or white wine?: never had it
Favorite season? Fall
Have you ever wanted to be a teacher? yea a Art Teacher
Are you stubborn?: sometimes
Favorite TV channels? Game show network, TV Land, Discovery, and Nick at Night
Who is better...Leno or Letterman? Letterman
Afraid of heights? Yes
Sing in the car? Yes
Ever used a gun? yea a BB gun
Are musicals cheesy? NO, i think there cool
Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Lets see... to be a power ranger, and a art teacher
Do you believe in ghosts? yea
Are you superstitious? yes very, you wont see me out on 06-06-06
Take a vitamin daily? Yes Centrum, B12, and 325 mg's of Iron 3x's a day
Wear a bath robe?: nothing
What do you wear to bed? underwear and a wife beater, or nothing
Favorite genre of music?: All
Any tattoos? no
Any piercings? 5
Wal-Mart, Target or K-Mart?: ........... I like them all Nike or Adidas?: Adidas
Fritos or Cheetos? Fritos
Ever take dance lessons?: No but that would be cool
Is there a profession that you picture your perfect future spouse having? it dosent matter
Can you curl your tongue?: yea
Ever won a spelling bee?: thats funny
Own any record albums?: i used too
Own a record player?: i used to.. i acutally have a record cabnet that one was in in my room, but the record player broke.... i also have a A track player
Regularly burn incense? yep
Iced Tea or coffee?: Iced tea
Favorite kind of cookie?: oatmeal rasin Can you swim well?: Yes
Can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose? yes
Ever had braces or a mouth piece?: no
Are you artistic? yes
Are you patient?: sometimes
Ever won a contest? yea...
Posted at 10:15 pm by babybluepoet35
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Whats your middle name? Marie
How big is your bed? King
What are you listening to right now? Missy Elloit Get your freak on
What are the last 4 digits in your phone number? 1169
What was the last thing you ate? Mac and Chees
Last person you hugged? Mom
How is the weather right now? Dark, rainy, dreary... Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Ann
What is the first thing you notice in the opposite sex? Eyes
Favorite type of Food? Mexican
Do you want children? Yes 1
Do you drink? no
Hair color? Blonde Eye color? Blue
Do you wear contacts/glasses? Yes
Favorite holiday? Christmas
Favorite Season? Fall
Last Movie you Watched? Aeon Flux
What books are you reading? The Mermaid Chair
Piercings? 5
Favorite Movie? Aeon Flux Favorite college football Team? UK
What were you doing before filling this out? Writing a Poem.
Any pets? no.. but i want one Dogs or cats? Both.. i want a Blue Russian Cat and a Pit Bulll dog Favorite Flower? Red Carnations...Daisys
Have you ever loved someone? yes
Would you like to see them right now? Yes
Have you ever fired a gun? no
Do you like to travel by plane? i never have but i think that it would be fun Right-handed or Left-handed? Right handed
If you could go to any place right now where would you go? Anns house
Are you missing someone? Yea do u have a tattoo? No but i am going to get one soon!
Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings? the cartoons suck now a days Are you hiding something from someone? yea
ARE YOU 18? No im 22
what is the wall paper on ur cell phone? its a AC DC walpaper
DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHt? I never do FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING? fuck, i have to go to work.......
WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE? wouldent you like to know.. lol JK um i have a book and a flaslight.. and a pen and paper... WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE? My Artistic Ability..
ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? ver much so FAVORITE HANGOUT? i dont have one
3 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT? my friends FAVORITE SONG? Photograph bu nickle back
WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? Ending up Alone
ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER? Giver
WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? lets see.. boogie, fergy, Dippy Whore, lil' lizard, bitch, Mel, lissy, boo, what ever you like to call me.. lol
WHAT IS YOUR DADS MIDDLE NAME? Ray
WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME? Ann
STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND & COULD TAKE ONE THING? Ann FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL? Geico FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE? my ring
Whats your favorite color(s)? blue black and purple
WHAT ARE THE THINGS YOU ALWAYS TAKE WITH YOU? Licence, Phone, and Purse WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? a power ranger lol.. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 11: pray that 6 gets here soon THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET? white with pink stripes
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP? That i have to get up in the moring and go to work... and Ann, and pretty much every thing, i
Posted at 09:59 pm by babybluepoet35
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
My birthday has sucked ass today.... It really has.. I dont even want to write about it.. But i will.. I have been cleaning all day long and totally rearranging my room, then mom and dad left for a few and i had to clean the downstairs and vacum.. Yea that was my birthday... I dident hear from sandra, cause you know we were supposed to go out and eat today... so what ever.... I heard from Ann, and i think she was trying to find a way out here, but she never has yet to wish me a happy birthday.... Chris did, and Actually my Grandma and Uncle Gary sent me a card.. which shocked the hell out of me.. Mom and Dad, welll they cant get me anything, because they took 350 out of moms check, and she only had enough to pay half of the rent and now she is broke. So she if fixing me fried chicken right now.. which is what i wanted.. ..... I was talking to Ann this morning, and she was telling me of how this chic on ER reminded her is Sandra, and i said " i dont even want to talk about her right now.." and Ann said """sorry"""" lol.. but it kinda hurt my feelings.. I hate getting my hopes up to get shit ripped away.. i mean, me and her dident even have to do anything, all she had to do was call or text happy birthday, and i would have been happy.. but i dont even get that.. so what ever.. In Ann's case... i think she is pissed cause she is out of gas and cant come to see me.. Im just happy that she gives a shit about me, and at least calls me... and comes see me when she can.. Sandra could be going by were i work. and never think to stop. .. I just dont know why she is like that.. but it breaks my heart into a million and 1 pieces.... And the one that Hated me the most at work, got me a birthday card and M&M stuff from Las Vegas for my birthday.. I am so tired about writing about this day.. im going to end this entry....
Posted at 06:08 pm by babybluepoet35
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
He was working through college on my grandpa's farm I was thirsting for for knowledge and he had a car I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child When one restless summer we found love growing wild On the banks of the river on a well beaten path Funny how those memories they last Like strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July moon saw everything My first taste of love oh bittersweet Green on the vine Like strawberry wine I still remember when thirty was old My biggest fear was September when he had to go A few cards and letters and one long distance call We drifted away like the leaves in the fall But year after year I come back to this place Just to remember the taste Of strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July moon saw everything My first taste of love oh bittersweet Green on the vine Like strawberry wine The fields have grown over now Years since they've seen a plow There's nothing time hasn't touched Is it really him or the loss of my innocence I've been missing so much Like strawberry wine and seventeen The hot July moon saw everything My first taste of love oh bittersweet Green on the vine Like strawberry wine
_____ She's like a lost flower growing up through a crack, In the busting sidewalk moving like a river so sad. So hey where we going? Tell me where we've gone? Was there love and fury, energy and passion? So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past So go paint your face and proclaim thy warrior song, cuz life is a brutal fight until we show, A shade of timelessness, for we all are distinct and the waiting hour transcend and to release So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past.So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past. 'Cuz it's gone. Like a lost flower growing with mad wind Like a Sad river who has no end. So fuck your rules man 'cuz here comes my passion So fuck your rules man 'cuz here comes my love So fuck your rules man here comes pure energy So fuck your rules man 'cuz here comes my fury So fuck your rules man So fuck your rules man So fuck your rules man So fuck your rules man So fuck you rules man. you'll step up, you'll go down fast. I've got to rid these of the shit that has made up my past. So go let your soul dance baby. Time to be yourself at last. Unshackle your life spirit. Try a waver from the past. _______ Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake; All of those tourists covered with oil. Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing. Smell those shrimp They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know it's nobody's fault.
Don't know the reason, Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, A Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville, Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.
I blew out my flip flop, Stepped on a pop top, Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home. But there's booze in the blender, And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, But I know, it's my own damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's my own damn fault. _________________ Load up on guns Bring your friends Its fun to lose And to pretend Shes overboard Myself assured I know I know A dirty word
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea
Im worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea
And I forget Just what it takes And yet I guess it makes me smile I found it hard Its hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind
Hello (x 16)
With the lights out its less dangerous Here we are now Entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now Entertain us A mulatto An albino A mosquito My libido Yea
Posted at 11:19 pm by babybluepoet35
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 Lets see.... hmmm,.... Ill take the one in the back with the long hair... and the 3 next to him..... at the same time.... ********madd giggles******** >.> yesh!!!
Posted at 11:16 pm by babybluepoet35
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I said fuck 60 times in this entry... so this is the edited version......
these ****ing words are getting so ****ing frustrating... and i cant hardely ****ing take it anymore... the ****ing everything the ****ing bitching.. the ****ing... memories... the ****ing job the ****ing house.. the ****ing music... these ****ing words are getting so ****ing frusrating... the ****ing poettry sucks **** this and **** that... thats all I ****ing hear all day long.. i ****ing hear **** so many times that iam about ready to ****ing puke... i just cant ****ing take the ****ing bull shit any more.. **** the war and **** the theives... just ****ing **** everything... **** my job and **** you too.... i am beginning to say **** the red white and blue... **** it all and **** you too.. well not really cause honestly i ****ing love you.... these ****ing words are getting so frustrating i cant ****ing get the ****ers out... what the **** i want to ****ing say i cant say and whatever the **** i do say, dosent come out ****ing write way.. what i ****ing feel i cant because its ****ing wrong.. in some ****ed up way.. i think its ****ing ok.... but this ****ing stress is ****ing killin me... to the point of ****in insanity.... **** the day.. and **** the night.. nothing is ever ****in write... nothing new is nothing every ****ing day.... so what the ****... thses ****ing words.. these ****en lines... you dont ****en care and **** ... neither do I the ****ing poem is about ****in over now... no need to cry your ****in tears.... you never ****en cared anyway.... **** it.. im ****en outta here....

Posted at 10:10 pm by babybluepoet35
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:::in a Pink Floyd mood:::
Yes i am in a Pink Floyd Mood, And the people who knows me really well understands what that means... and yesh, this will be a long night......
I had a horriable day.. being that said, it wasent really that bad till around 12 ish. I am just in a really thinking, poetic mood. And i knew that it would be a long night, weither i got on here or not. So i thought that i would just get on here for a bit till get tired of the computer and decide to go upstairs and write.......
I re did my blogger ....blog, a few min ago.. http://idontwannaknow35.blogspot.com So if you want to check it out you can.. if you dont.. well thats ok to.. who the fuck cares.. right??!!?? So i just had a 3 min conversation with Smarter child about how he knew my name... and if you dont know who smarter child is.. for you who have AIM or AOL instant messanger, put Smarter Child on your buddie list, and he is a Robot who will talk back to you, and actually have a good conversation with.... Yea i have no life, i cant even talk to real people on here, i have to talk to a fucken robot.. !!!!
I WRITE ******************************** I am here and you are there.. and ill do what i do every night.. ill come down here, and write and write... and listen to the tunes that move me.... some that chill me to the bones.. the music, it moves me.. to write these words.. but so do you.. so do all of you.. from the friends.. to the foes... from bad to good. to people i dont know thank you.. i am here and you are there.. liek every other night... like everyother day.. always there.. always there.. and im always here... here I call, to some.. but get n answer... i get calls from One.. i love it.. I live for it.. I am here.. like always... nothing new is everyday... until time lapses and fades away... into another tomorrow, until another day... until that day i see your face.. and you are here and not there... theres no need to talk to friends.. nothing new is everyday... thats what they say, but I dont believe it... im sitting behind the wall that i have built for myself.. each brick, a name, a place, a memory... that i have yet to nock down... because if i do... i will knock down my self.... so i sit here.. and write.. and think of all my memories.. i think of you.. and i write.. .

Posted at 09:45 pm by babybluepoet35
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:::in a Pink Floyd Mood:::
I got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. When Im a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hands blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the tv to choose from. I got electric light, And I got second sight. Got amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know, When I try to get through, On the telephone to you, Therell be nobody home.
I got the obligatory hendrix perm, And the inevitable pinhole burns, All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I got nicotine stains on my fingers. I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. Ive got wild, staring eyes. And I got a strong urge to fly, But I got nowhere to fly to (-- fly to... fly to... fly to...). Ooooo babe, When I pick up the phone, Theres still nobody home.
I got a pair of gohill boots, And I got fading roots.
Posted at 09:28 pm by babybluepoet35
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