Saturday, April 18, 2009

forget your past and we can dream tomorrow.

so how about glass wasnt half as good as crank.
and how about im blogging about a book....
i still have 100 note cards to do.
and i am so sick of the battle of antietam i could shoot myself.
church tomorrow :)

"I'd like to think I never did those things
or never said that to you. But the truth
is, I did and that's a part of me. I make
mistakes, and I know who I am because
of them. I lost you because of it,
but to lose you meant to gain myself."


"I think the hardest part about this
situation is neither of us knows
what's going on. Neither of us
knows what the other is thinking.
And we're both trying to make
decisions based on the information we don't know."


I sit and laugh with friends at what we've all been through.
But I still catch my breath when someone mentions you.


this is my favorite song ever,ever,ever.
you could not possibly understand how much i love it.
and it pretty much sucks it won't play the full song on here,
so PRESS THE BUTTON THAT SAYS PLAY FULL SONG!!

Jesus said, "In this world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer! For I have overcome the world."


-emilybristenwarren-

Monday, April 13, 2009

Not My Type.

No shirt
hot bod.
His, that is.
So why did
I break out in
a sweat?
No shoes
barefoot,
bare chest, with
a bare, baby face
to make the
angels sing.

Nothing
but ragged
cut-offs,
hugging a
tawny six pack,
and a smile

No pin-up
pretty boy
could touch,
a smile that
zapped every cell.
He was definitely

not my type.



(crank)
i didn't like this one at first.
kristin and mariah changed my mind.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

intro.

So you want to know all about me.
Who

I am.
What chance meeting of brush and
canvas painted
the face
you see? What made
me despise the girl
in the mirror
enough to transform her.
turn her into a stranger,
only not.
So you want to hear
the whole story. Why
I swerved
off the high road,
hard left to nowhere,
recklessly
indifferent to those
coughing my dust,
picked up speed
no limit. no top end,
just a high velocity rush
to madness.

(crank)