yeh, growing pains indeed. i don't really know what i focussed at in this poem, the form? the rhyme? the emotion? i have no idea.
My Misery. hold it down inside (just this once) hold it down and cry (till it’s begun) breathe it into me (freeze my soul) hold it down...
one word for this piece-versatility. very nice, and thank you. it beats in my heads like a rap verse.
well, frankly the "girl" in the end seems to lower the quality of the lyrics and make it sound like BSB song...no offence. but i like it. it...
*drunk-a-poka-loca*
whoa! it's gorgeous! love the fingers and the puppet. it's fantastic!
have a great day seemo!
^^ neat sig.
why.is.there.somuch.of.FUCKING.work?
you know, it's very rare that lyrics or a poem could go wrong. in your case, i doubt it will ever happen, or it will be apocalypse. i very much...
i know...thanks a lot ross. means a lot, bro.
it turned out damned well good. give yourself more credit. :)
it's like poetry doesn't have one understanding...or one language. it doesn't even have one language of understanding.
@jay... fucking smhexxxiness-n-cuddleeecutyness.
haha...nice dayyy.
thank you so so so much.
you tubiiiing.
she cried over the phone.. gah..i just can't take it anymore.
false. the person below me is overloaded with work, but wants to game.
hm...can't believe how the time flies..shit.