I JUST WANNA KNOW WHO'S DRIVIN' A BLACK MITSUBISHI!

This is for you.
This is for all the underprivileged.
For anyone who has not been appreciated today,
No matter how much you put in.

You are not forgotten.
No,
It is not I who remembers you.
There is one greater than anything
And anyone.
He is greater than you,
....Yet He would give up his everything to save you.

He remembers you today.
He appreciates you today.
He listens to your every thought,
Word,
Plea.
He loves you.

Without having to say it;
God bless you.

The sunset.
The waves.
The sand.
The stones.
The shells.
The driftwood.
The sailboats.
Even the breeze.
A painter can paint these things.
But can I,
Only a writer of my own enjoyment,
Can I paint these feelings,
These things,

With words?

I now know that there is one thing I can not paint with my words.

It is the lone figure who sits on the sand,

who walks in the waves, and

who lives of the sunset.

This, no one can do,

for no mind,

whether of a painter of a writer,

can do another justice.

*Rough Draft*

Lieing in this oval space,
Somewhat too small, but
Somehow just right.

A tingling line,
Level but wavering,
Encircles my body.
The surface drawing this line.

Below, is part of me,
Submerged in the pressing mass.
Above is reality,
And the part of me which rises to the top.

But here is my favorite part:
My toes grasp the lever
As best they can.
My soothed muscles sink their
Weight down.
Silent.
Subtle.

Sublimely,
The water of my bath escapes me.
Down the drain as my toes
Bid it farewell.

*I have re-discovered the enjoyment of a bath. I will submerge myself more often*

Would you do anything just to see me smile?

What does a girl do when she has lost her best friend? All her friends?
For three years she's been there. I'm not quite certain of when I lost who she was. But now she is completely gone from my life, it seems. Just 15 miles away. I could drive there in that many minutes, but I can't. I can't go back and live that life; buy into that pain. I can't be the backbone or the strength for the two of us. Lost, bruised, broken hearts can not lean on each other. I really don't have that strength, not the strength to change both of us.
But what do I do in the meantime?
Make myself throw up, not eat for 48 hours, eat a pint of (really bad) ice cream.
Call my parents and my brother, let the line hang with nothing to say.
Refuse a hug, a touch, a kiss. Crave one immensely.
Get a therapist.
Above all: Cry.
Sob.
Choke on my tears.
Weep behind swollen eyes.

I wish.
I wish with a thousand words
And with tears like rain.
I wish.
I wish in vain.

I break.
I break because of those whom I love
And in the hands of my friend.
I break,

But I do not bend.

I dream.
I once dreamed,
I think,
But I don't remember.

I drink.
I drink to my sorrow.
Sober-I can not release this pain
These dreams and
Wishes.
And so I break and drink.

She loves him dearly,
She loves him deeply.
She loves him truly,
She loves him surely.
Could I love him the same?

She loved him first,
He'll love her always.
She'll leave him soon,
He'll run to me.

He'll see her in me,
He'll love that part of me.
I'll give him what she never did,
He'll love her more.

She builds him up,
She tears him down.
I'll catch him falling,
He'll pull me down.

Dr. Dre featuring Xzibit: What's the Difference

"What's the difference between me and you? About 5 bank accounts, 3 ounces and 2 vehicles"

What is the difference between me and you? Are we-all of us humans-really that different from each other? Do these differences group in material things like bank accounts and vehicles? This could in turn affect how we live out lives. Would we all be so freaking, boring, plain-old-the-same if everyone had the same amount of concrete possesions?
Or do our differences come from who we are inside? So-and-so is the most faithful of the guys I know, but whats-his-name knows what respect is. Is who we are so important? Can we control who we are?

I've done it.
I've walked away and said
"You disapoint me."
Because you do.
Every ounce of hope for you
Is gone.
It has been bled out of me by
The love of others
or
The rejection by you.
I'm not sure which.
But you are gone.
"You disapoint me."
I no longer love you.
I no longer care about you.
You are gone
And this is my last good-bye.
My life is rid of you.
Don't bother to turn and face me.
I wouldn't know who you are.
"You fucking disapoint me."

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

• 2006 Bugatti Veyron 16.4
• 2005 Saleen S7 Twin Turbo
• 2006 Ford GT
• Lamborghini Muira (concept)
• 2006 Dodge Magnum SRT 8 in Black
• 2006 BMW M3 coupe
• 1993 Mustang Cobra hardtop in Red
• 2003 Supercharged Mustang Cobra hardtop in Gunmetal Grey
• 2006 Ford Puma
• 2004 Mercury Marauder in Black
• 1966 Shelby AC Cobra in Blue with White racing stripes
• 2006 Porche Carrera GT
• Toyota Alessandro Volta (concept)
• 1998 Mustang GT convertable in triple Black
• 1997 Ford Taurus SHO in Ebony (got it: my baby)