Prove It 1.4Casey honestly, at this point, did not know what to do. He was completely beyond words, beyond thoughts or hope. He was extremely tempted to give up. The thought of seeing Meggan every day and not being able to have her as a part of her life seemed impossible and daunting. Like he wasn't man enough to be near her and not have her. And here he was, talking about her like she was a possession, which she probably would slap him for, if she heard him. He knew where she was. He knew that was where his feet were taking him and that she'd be there and that she'd refuse to see him. But his feet and his head weren't really talkProve It 1.4
The First TimeAwake at 5 AMThe First Time
Slight pain, muscle strain, sweat beads on my brow.
It didn't hurt, like they told me. It didn't amaze me, like they told me. It didn't drain me, like they told me.
Adrenaline rush bodies crushed against each other in the heat of the moment.
It wasn't inspiring but I'll always remember how forgettable it was
The WeathermanPlaying with the thermostatThe Weatherman
Closing the door
Thermometer at his side
Saving the world from sweating and shivering
He's just another forgotten superhero offering me an umbrella
He's too small to beat global warming (don't mean he won't try) but I'll never forget how he kept me warm even if only for an hour
Though, I'm still in love with the newspaper guy I just can't seem to get the weatherman off my mind
The Bus I have recently experienced an enlightenment unlike any other. I am now full of knowledge. Perhaps if I was Buddhist I would say I had reached Nirvana. But in reality, I have only come to understand the sum of all of my problems. I am a complete and total moron. It, like all stories worth telling, starts with a girl. The girl I’ve been in love with for exactly a year and a half as of 7:47am yesterday. She is of course, beautiful. She’s not long legged, blonde and stunning,The Bus
What She Doesnt KnowYou met her just a few months ago, and somehow she managed to slide into your subconscious like that "Holiday Inn" song. Just like you have no clue who the hell sings it, you don't know why she's there. But she is, whether you like it or not. You know her cell phone, and her home phone. You could probably dial her vacation house in some far away country faster than you can peck-out 911. But she doesn't know.What She Doesnt Know
So you know that she’s there, not just any there, but there like the feeling of embarrassment when someone separated you from your swim suit in high school right in the middle swim class. You know that she listens, but she re
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I'm baaaack
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jordan.<33
Thanks for the critique.
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There's kids playing guns in the street. And one's pointing his tree branch at me. So i throw my hands up, i say enough is enough. If you walk away i'll walk away...and he shot me dead.
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<3 deb.
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i stayed
on this track
lost my way
can't come back
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i stayed
on this track
lost my way
can't come back
I like yours too!
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticise them, you'll be a mile away and have their shoes.
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Save the World! NC-17 the Bish!
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