May 1
Ok.
So I didn't delete anything and I only threw out last night's paper after transferring here.
I know I got a little carried away. I'm a teenager so blame the hormones if you want to. I had a little cry and went to sleep. Rested, I'm still sad about the whole deal with Billy, but I can at least face it like a man today.
Also, I only have what my lawyer books are calling 'hearsay' which is only going by what you hear said (jeeneeus!) Doh. It doesn't really mean anythin
April 29
Oh no!
I saw Jimmy today! Oh my God! His frigging eye was SWOLLEN shut! Ohhhh, I feel so BAD about this! What did I DO!
That's it! I'm NEVER helping anyone else ever again. Ever! Every time I try to make things better I just make them worse. It must be like what Hell is like.
There was this old joke my Grandpa told me once. I'm sure my mom would have had a coronary if she . . . oh. Let me, um, rephrase that, K?
I'm sure my mom would have been plenty upset if she
Interestingly, I find that the visual content is now visible and responsive in three different platforms.
Thanks to site Administration and Development for engaging that.
As a web developer I am impressed at the adaptive response of the liquid content containers of the new software.
Well done.
There is a character who is evolving in one of my stories. He is the definition of childhood innocence and joy brought forth into the flesh of a young man in his early twenties.
The story, that will be his own, will chart this evolution from a silly overgrown boy to a vibrant and deeply soulful young man. He is a testament to survival and perseverance. He is also the unexpected anchor that keeps a dear friend from being cast adrift in his own sorrow.
His name is Jimmy McVee and his Incredible Life will be a new story coming out as soon as Snowflake is done.
Brian
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* . . . You deserve better. I cannot be what you need. I am too jealous, too afraid, and too careless. What we had, as wonderful as it was, should not be.
I can only poison you, my Brian. All who have tried to love me have ended in the same way. I do not want that for you. Please, be free of me.
Find the one you were meant for. This I beg of you.
Forget me.
Lumihiutale*
"Signore, please to share my bread, si? You no look so very good!" The Italian ac
Bright Eyes, burning like fire
Bright Eyes, how can you close and fail
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale
Bright Eyes
^ Not mine, but an inspiration. Thank you for reading my poem. It was a spurt of sentimental existentialist ejaculation.
Men are made of broken boys Who have gone and lost their toys Who have gone and taken dear The things that cause only fear
Here broken boys become hurting men Who break their hearts again and again Who once played at death games while alive But now play at death's game to survive
It is easy to tell man from boy It's in the eyes, a level of joy Bright eyes light in a boy unbroken They fade away in the man forsaken
Sad the lost boyhood is in memories As is the joy taken in ma
Billy should confide with Brandon. Brandon might have some wisdom and support here Billy might need. There has been some wisdom earned with things like this it would seem.
Has the capability for rendering a YouTube link in a story been disabled? I had three Lyric responses for poetry that have accompanying music and the YouTube links there will no longer render.
If this is by design then I will be happy to relink as a href text link.
Thanks
Let me be real with you
(Refrain)
Something I've never felt before
This could be the last time
So I'm gonna have a good time
And that's one thing I know for sure
(Chorus)
Got Nothing To Lose
Being honest with you (X)
And that's one thing I know for sure
(Refrain)
(Chorus)
I've tried to be cool with you
I'd be a fool to ever fool with you
(Refrain)