tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75749111035621444462011-10-02T09:54:25.775-07:00it is called simply mine because its what i make it, simple.Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-15955732177062000232011-01-04T20:39:00.000-08:002011-01-04T20:39:06.173-08:00i want wat others have so i take<br />i do it for my own sake<br />so i wont feel so fake<br />but its to late<br />i have been controlled by fate<br />so with the end of triumph i make a date<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-1595573217706200023?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-46626260209236777822010-12-30T20:37:00.000-08:002010-12-30T20:37:18.264-08:00one day in physics our do now( critical thinking question) was who would you eat dinner with if you could pick anone. i decided it would be my future wife. after i felt so pathetic like everyone else knew they would find a special some one and here i am worried about it at 17. everyone else picked some star or celebrity, and i hope that if i get my wish, they can get theres because its crazy to beleive there is one person out there for me but there are tons of stars. any way if your out there lets go to dinner.(if u know what the title means your pretty smart)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-4662626020923677782?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-42831737595353382682010-12-08T22:11:00.003-08:002010-12-08T22:11:00.773-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LnBtq_3HFhk/TQBy7NfDLpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mz3F_qdWFMY/s1600/m_36a3b7dbc7404c12bcbfd85f7958ea0e%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LnBtq_3HFhk/TQBy7NfDLpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mz3F_qdWFMY/s1600/m_36a3b7dbc7404c12bcbfd85f7958ea0e%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-4283173759535338268?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-50337195630773150912010-12-08T22:07:00.000-08:002010-12-08T22:07:47.383-08:00im lost in the moment<br />nothing can shake me from it<br />time to leave this place<br />but im glad to see the smile on your face<br /><br />some of my poems r short but i get my point across i think<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-5033719563077315091?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-81977435800001629732010-12-08T22:01:00.000-08:002010-12-08T22:01:01.723-08:00he would die for my freedom<br />only his heart would lead him<br />to a battle for love<br />soul pure like a dove<br />courupted by the loss of enemy life<br />he caused with the blade of his own knife<br />to save those dear to him<br />from a life so dim<br /><br />My brother went to afganastand and came back<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-8197743580000162973?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-11919815620122110572010-12-08T21:52:00.000-08:002010-12-08T21:52:45.338-08:00this is one of my non poems. i was 2 and my mother had to give me away because of my father. i feel a lot of ressentment toward him. He left my birth mom and her 4 kids includeing me with next to nothing.&nbsp;We lived all around odessa. we lived in anything she could afford or anywere we could just stay for a couple of days. at one point all we had in our one room apartment was a&nbsp; cofee table. we all slept on the floor together. she would stay up late crying and thinking how to solve this problem. eventully adoption of me and my younger brother was her only choice. december 23 is when we were brought to some strangers house to live for a while mabey the rest of our young years. thats what ended up happening. i love them very much and vice versa. but sometimes i wish i could live with my birthmom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-1191981562012211057?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574911103562144446.post-4641142544151332792010-12-08T21:19:00.000-08:002010-12-08T21:19:41.918-08:00Whats the meaning of life<br />why deal with all the strife<br />i will never pick up that knife<br />its the easy way out<br />just like some pout<br />some will never know<br />ive been so low<br />itll never show<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7574911103562144446-464114254415133279?l=lee1993.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09763769463284007368noreply@blogger.com0