Green Eyed Dreamer's blog: "my personal only if you want to know me for real stuff"

try not to conform the world to your image for it has greater plans instead imagine you conforming to the world and its needs-Sarai (yes i thought of it) damn fortune cookie things going threw my head all day

So whose fucking business that i sleep with a women? Whose business is it that i am in love with a women does it really matter that i love her i want to be with her and that no not even though my grandma thinks its wrong does she know how Brandy makes me feel? Does any one know how Brandy makes me feel? the feeling of security knowing that no she will never break my ribs no she will not like my grandmother or others in my life take a whole paycheck and put it in the machine its nice to know that there is that kind of financial stability knowing that the biggest addiction is cigerettes and an occasioanl beer no one seems to understand that they think my whole blood is thicker then water shit the only thing i can think is my blood realitives blood with me has been a powder waiting to blow away in the wind and today a storm blew... My family buried me today maybe when they burried me they burried the little girl i never was and the adult i never will be

Ok guys so you know i am going to apologize for not telling everyone personally right now. over the last couple of days i recently made a new friend who then quickly became my girlfriend and her son my son and my son her son so i want ever one to know this about me I love everyone i have met on here but i am now involved so continue to be my sweet sexy cherries that i love but be nice to me too ok much love Sarai

i feel the pain today its just like any other i cant make it go away i know the sting and i know the tears and what it brings I have so many fears My life is shades of grey I just don’t have any more tears I just want some one to bring color to my life One day I pray I know i am alive today Because there is pain Maybe one day I will find another way

I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of shit upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stains of time the feeling disappear you are someone else I am still right here what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt if I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way...

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly today, Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more dear; No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.

Its not your fault I am sitting here crying Its my own Its not your fault the sun didnt shine Its the suns The only thing I wanted was to be near you and feel how it felt to bask in your glory. I understand my being is repulsive I wanted to give you my heart but instead, it feels like you ripped it out and let the beat die, making me eat it after it froze

[Intro] [Eminem puking] There I go thinking of you again [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache Everytime I think of you I puke You must just not not knoooooowww You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I puke [Verse 1] I was gonna take a little time to write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song woah I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I can think of Sixteen bars this ain't enough to put ??? So fuck it I'ma start right here I'll just be briefer Bout to rattle off some other reasons I know I shouldnt go and get another tattoo of you on my arm But what do I go and do? I go and get another one now I got two Oooooh I'm sittin here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim If you only knew how much I hated you For every mothafuckin thing you ever put us through Then I wouldnt be standin here cryin over you booooooooo [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache Everytime I think of you I puke You must just not not knoooooowww You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I puke [Verse 2] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would prolly be a little better instead of a letter That you'd prolly just shred up ??? I stumbled on your picture The other day and it made me stop and think of how much of a waste It would be to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper I'd rather have you see how much I fucking hate you in a freestyle You're a fucking ??? and I hope you fucking die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fucking guts you fucking slut I hope you die (diiiiiie) But please don't get me wrong I'm not bitter I'm mad It's not that I still love you its not that I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna gag But what else can I do I havent gotta clue Now I guess I just move on I got no choice but to But everytime I think of you now all I want to do is puuuuuke [Chorus] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomache Everytime I think of you I puke You must just not not knoooooowww You may not think you do But you do everytime I think of you I puke [Outro] [Eminem puking] Fucking bitch this is in dedication to p/o/s/d

A Young Blonde, on vacation in Louisiana, wanted a pair of alligator shoes, but was reluctant to pay high New Orleans prices. "I'll just catch my own alligator," she told one shopkeeper," so I can get a pair of shoes for free." She stomped out of the store and headed for the swamp. Later, as the shopkeeper drove home, he spotted the blonde standing waist-deep in a bayou, shotgun in hand, with a huge alligator closing in. She took aim and shot the creature between the eyes. The shopkeeper watched in amazement as she struggled to haul the carcass onto an embankment where several other dead alligators were lined up. "Oh, no!" the blonde shouted in dismay. "This one isn't wearing any shoes either!"