Hold on to your life
Hold on to your breath
Even if you’re cold and dying
Hold on to your breath
Even if the light is shining
Hold on to your life
Even if the angels are coming
Hold on to your breath
Even if there’s no tomorrow
Hold on to your life
Even when your breath is gone you will live on in the kingdom of heaven
Peanut buttery, chocolate goodness
Its edges are ridged like ruffles but yet round
One time I ate a king sized pack and got really nauseas
You can let ti dissolve in your mouth or take the foil wrapper and make a collage
You can cut it up and share
foil wrapper+papercup+choclate shell+penaut butter filling=goodness
Reese’s Pieces, Take 5, Butterfinger
Reeses
Peanut butter filled chocolate piece
Butterfingers
Skittles
The screaming kids banging their heads on the floor
Allergies or teeth
Heat and dentists
Cavities
The chocolate company
WARNING: You should not eat Resse’s if you have any allergies or a very mean dentist!
During my times of suffering,
And during my times of need.
The demons inside my heart
Were growing like a weed.
Living in a darkened place
Where my heart shed no light,
With no faith in God,
Trapped by demons of the night.
Fighting through the demons’ grasp,
To find my eternal flame.
Pushing through the evil souls,
Then finally they were tame.
When the darkness ceased
And there was nothing else to fuss,
The light shone as bright as day,
It was then that I found Jesus.
So if I sink back into darkness,
And there is no where else to hide.
I know I will get through it
Because God is on my side.
Louder than a baby’s cry
Louder than a buzzing fly
Louder than a christmas fire
or a very angry buyer
Louder than a sonic boom
or a truck, vroom, vroom, vroom
Louder than a thunderstorm
Louder than a college dorm
Louder than a slamming door
Louder than a lion’s roar
as it rolls around on the floor<
louder than a football crowd
Louder than a sound’s allowed
Louder than a nuclear war
That’s how loud my mother SNORES!
The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the magic tree
Down came the fires
And left the spider be
Out came the rain clouds
And put the fires out
And the itsy bitsy spider just sat alone to pout
Forget it
You must be kidding
i have rocks in my pants
and sick from eating ants
i have a broken hand
i rocked all night in a band
i was stuck in a fire then bit by a spider
my dog ate my shoe
i didnt know what to do
Time’s up?
Uh oh!
All I have is a dumb list of excuses.
You like it?
Really?
No kidding.
Thanks a lot.
Would you like to see another one?
No cussing, no latework, no ipods, no cellphones, pull your shirt down, pull your pants up, be quiet, no talking back…
You know what, Ya’ll need to SHUT UP! I’m tired of this crap!
There are more important things going on! More important things…
Girls are selling their bodies for money, drugs. they are forced into slavery and sex deals. People are sticking drug filled needles into their arms or sniffing white powder up their nose!
People are slitting their wrists, overdosing on pills, killing themselves!!! People are killing thier own people, genocide! North Korea is out there making A bombs so they can blow us up!
There are more important things. More important things happening.
“She is the prom queen and i’m in the marching band, she is a cheer-”
Cops are using their badge to beat people up, KKK is killing jews, blacks, burning crosses! Women are raped, children molested, spouses abused, children beat!
There are more important things. More important things…
Stop worrying about cussing or late work or holes in out pants! Start caring about the starving children in Africa, people dying form AIDS!
Ya’ll need to SHUT UP!
There are more important things, there are more important things, there are more important things.
Wanted For Rape and Murder Little Iriana and her mother, Lizasuain “Mota” DeJesus stepped outside, hand in hand; Iriana carrying a ball under her other arm. As Lizasuain knelt down to tell her daughter that she’d be right back, a man stood in the shadows watching the mother kiss her daughter on the cheek and walk across the street. Iriana began to bounce the red and yellow ball in the grassy yard and the mysterious man looked left and right suspiciously, he then casually strolled down towards the girl’s house. He said something after he introduced himself to innocent Iriana and somehow gained her trust because they walked off holding hands. Iriana was never seen again alive… The badly decomposed body of Iriana DeJesus was found in an empty apartment building of Philadelphia on August 3, 2000, five days after she was reported missing.
3 April 2008
Dear Diary,
I used to be a happy-go-lucky, young girl who ran around in the backyard garden of 68 O’Connel Street, on the outskirts of Dublin, Ireland near the Irish Sea; jumping high trying to catch the monarch butterflies. I was always a nature girl and i still am but strange things have been happening. Like this reoccuring dream where I’m laying amongst the butterworts, orchids, and eyebrights in my fenced backyard (which is part grass and part sand from the Dublin Bay). But so anyways, I’m laying there and my eyes are slightly closed, listening to the roar of the ocean and enjoying the mist from the rain clouds when a gentle song comes to mind and I start humming it and an overwhelming happiness and calm comes over me to the point where I feel like I’m melting into the soil; slowly being sucked into the flowers and evaporating into the sky, flowing down to the ocean, mixing with the sea foam where fishes and coral drink me in, growing stronger and brighter in color. The other animals of the wood file out hesitantly to lap up my liquidiness (?). And as the rain clouds roll in over head, lightning strikes and the rain water dilutes the rest of my melted body.
And that’s when I wake up and wonder what it was supposed to mean. But then another weird thing that happens is when my emmotions go to extremes. Whether it be extreme happiness or extreme anger, strange things in the weather happen. When I am glad or excited flowers or buds tend to pop out of the ground around me and when I am furious, dark thunderous clouds flow in form the ocean and lightning flashes. I don’t understand what is happening. HELP!
So, to me, courage is not bravery, going in as the hero. Courage is sacrifice, to be humble or even belittle yourself for others. This chapter in my life started with divorce and ended in the form of a new life from a risk, a sacrifice, an excruciatingly difficult decision that changed my life forever.
