Current Residence: whittier
Favourite genre of music: all
Favourite photographer: Jess
Operating System: xp
MP3 player of choice: creative m
Favourite cartoon character: bugs bunny
Personal Quote: i do it for the love
inspiration JjIt stared with something so out of the ordinaryinspiration Jj by ~the562poet07
A rose that bloomed and died so young
Yet left it scent to go around,
From talk of the town to hole in the ground
From smiles of hopes to letting downs
Yet learning form it: perfect is nothing to
Reflect and respect, from subject A to Z
Disconnect complete is sometimes healthy
What makes me wealthy today?
Yet a lesson well tough a lesson ill never forget
For a rose that bloomed to soon and died so young
Left a gift so great that holds no regrets
i left as she cameA little distress wearing a little black dress confused in the words I spokei left as she came by ~the562poet07
Trying to fix something that isnt broke watching her as she in joys her smoke
I soak all her beauty as I really look at her not knowing not showing the love growing
Yet undeserving of it I left it alone till she one day comes knocking on my door
the crip who trew up bloodLet us run away no more hiding pain.the crip who trew up blood by ~the562poet07
Let it breath its been tamed for to long.
I feel like ill never be gone!
Time moves slower as each morning lingers to become night.
As each day invites a longer fight!
Each time I lose a little more might, is this fighting right?
It only brings fright let us run away tonight!
Borrow cupids wings fly threw the sky.
left alone for to longAs lonely as the moonleft alone for to long by ~the562poet07
As bright as the sun
She was the smarts kid at are JR High
She walked the halls like a ghost all empty inside
Nobody paid attention. No hello or good buy
Not even hated some time she wanted to be,
Run up to some one random and scream and scream
LOOK AT ME IM ALIVE CANT YOU SEE
Till the poor girl would weep and weep
Cry he self to sleep, mom on another bossiness drip
Father sleeping with the town slut across the street
Brother a coke dealer looked up for life a baby nephew
Needing a machine to breathe hoping this was just a dream
Calling her self a bitch cuts and scared failed suicides
Its all emotional abuse till he meet her did not know she had taken the pills
Helped her with the books the ones on the floor
Told her if I could walk her home
10 of a conversation gave her some hope
Till she prayed and ask God to forgive and forget
That night she passed away soon everyone forgot her friendly face