My beautiful girl
There's a problem, no
Ive got 99 problems
I cant see you
You spin around me
I wish I could grow out of this
I remember what you use to tell me
When the rain would come, we'd kiss
We could run, but we had nothing to run from
No shoes?
No shirt, Uh
But i still got service, Uh
The way you lie, but not to me
Is this an Illusion?
Every second is a Bang
When you flirt
I wanna kiss you nice
When we get what we love
When every thing is broken but us
Until I love you hard
We found love in our hopeless night
Our night starts here
Let me buy you a drink
Kiss you
Love you with my hot services
Your my best shot of love
Will you be my Angel?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Dads Old Mustache
Dear Diary,
I remember when dad would eat with me, play with me and do his Dougie with me. We would fish and fish till our skin turned red from the sun.
He would always work on machines, engines and anything that moved or operated, maybe that's why he worked on submarines.
I remember when dad was still here.
When we would go to the beach together, but now when I see the sandy beach all I can think about is how these were where his last steps were in the early June mourning in 44.
He said he would always come back.
So until then, I love you Daddy.
I remember when dad would eat with me, play with me and do his Dougie with me. We would fish and fish till our skin turned red from the sun.
He would always work on machines, engines and anything that moved or operated, maybe that's why he worked on submarines.
I remember when dad was still here.
When we would go to the beach together, but now when I see the sandy beach all I can think about is how these were where his last steps were in the early June mourning in 44.
He said he would always come back.
So until then, I love you Daddy.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sincere
Sincere love, sincere hate, sincere happiness, sincere sadness.
Sincerity is an expression of seriousness, weather it is for the good or for the bad.
Sincere compassion for somebody is like a dying care for another, like a lock made out of the finest substance in the universe locking them away from any harm.
Sincere love is like the sky, clear and happy and when things get in the way like the sun, it always passes and when it rains tear drops, it always subsides and sun shines down.
Sincerity is a loving compassion for emotion.
Sincerity is an expression of seriousness, weather it is for the good or for the bad.
Sincere compassion for somebody is like a dying care for another, like a lock made out of the finest substance in the universe locking them away from any harm.
Sincere love is like the sky, clear and happy and when things get in the way like the sun, it always passes and when it rains tear drops, it always subsides and sun shines down.
Sincerity is a loving compassion for emotion.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Rocking Out
If life stopped, light never came again, time of life is gone.
Rocking out, Life isn't to short for this though.
Rock out like you just won state with Chase Hansen.
Rock out like you just got asked to Sadies by 5 girls with Zach Sanders.
Rock out like the worlds going to end unless if you party it back to life.
Rock out like WWIII just ended and life is not over.
Rock out like you just bought a home in Hawaii and my, you love it.
Rock out like you get free ice lemonade after football practice.
Rock out like you playing football again and nothing else makes you feel more alive.
Rocking out, Life isn't to short for this though.
Rock out like you just won state with Chase Hansen.
Rock out like you just got asked to Sadies by 5 girls with Zach Sanders.
Rock out like the worlds going to end unless if you party it back to life.
Rock out like WWIII just ended and life is not over.
Rock out like you just bought a home in Hawaii and my, you love it.
Rock out like you get free ice lemonade after football practice.
Rock out like you playing football again and nothing else makes you feel more alive.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Life and Death

Life and Death,
To me, Life and Death are flipped from the usual view on them. It may sound weird, but I think its going to be even better when I die. To die means to go to a better place.
A place where nothing goes wrong, a place where everyone is loved, everyone has a place and a purpose and knows it.
If it were my last day, I would appreciate all of the beauties of the earth. I would show my mom how much I really cared about her, I would show my dad how much I appreciate all of the stories and the lessons and everything he has taught me. Show my brothers I love them too.
If it were my last day on Earth I would go with my family to the home of Hawaii. Go with my grandmother to the Hawaiian temple where her and my Grandfather got married and cherish the gorgeousness of the islands and the people of Hawaii my loved ones.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My Broken Dreams
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I see the empty field, no one on it. My empty field.
Nobody in the stands.
None on the bench.
No flashes of cameras, lights shining down on me.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I see the weight room but its locked to me.
I see the players going, but I am not among them.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
Friday night, lights shining, fans blaring, players shouting, girls cheering.
But I cannot.
Loss of life is in me.
I have it no more, will it come again?
Know I not.
But the passion for it will never end.
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