A Walk Down Myspace Memory Lane

After much searching, I finally found my old myspace page...

Very. Scary.

Unfortunately, I can not seem to remember my log in info to get rid of the thing.

Anyways,

I found a couple of old poems I wrote yearsss go and I was kind of impressed with the teenage me.

The poems were pretty interesting.

Full of teenage angst and hormones and the sure fact that each time my heart was broken by "the one" I was going to die.

They weren't Edgar Allan Poe quality or anything.

What impressed me the most, however, was my vocabulary. 

Apparently, pregnancy and child rearing has significantly diminished the span of my vocabulary.

Here they are though (I don't know if the grammar is correct):

Something so Stellar

If i caught that star tonight
would i be able to hold onto it tight?
If i caught this star that fell from the sky...
Would its glow never fade or never die?
No, I have never caught such a star before.
Only fakes and lack luster bores.
But this star,
this star
shines ever so brightly, glimmering slightly
in the palm of my innocuous hand.
it glistens, and sparkles
it’s tempting and lifting
me from my commonsense.
This star could be caustic...
It's burn could be tragic.
I’ve never seen such a thing before...
So profound and alluring,
My thoughts are stirring.
Should I stick to what I am sure?
And this star, is something lustrous
But not of lust itself.
No, of lust it is not, I'm sure.
In fact, to it I will hold tighter
Watching it glow effulgently
As my worries become slighter
And my soul lifts from the floor..
If it is caustic, singeing my flesh...
Remember I am a callosity.
Yes, I have been burned once before

Kiss of Death

 

Its amazing what I put myself through,

Just to draw some attention out of you.

The pain to know that I don't suffice!

I'm sick of showing the tremor of my demise.

Don't talk to me, I cant stand to hear your voice.

Its not like I have a choice,

You ramble as if someone cares,

When really no one notices you're there.

Your presence is like chewing tin foil

Or curdled milk, you're rotten and spoiled.

You're pathetic,

I can't stand it!

A waste of gorgeous flesh,

If looks could kill your name would be "Death."

But your persona is cold and dry.

That's why these tears I will no longer cry.

On a funny note,

Did anybody else do the "hey guys lets do our hair and make up and take pics for myspace" pic?

Or how about the "How many pics of just myself can I possible get on myspace?" pics?

 

 Or the ever classic "mirror pic."

  

 

One day myspace account, I will delete you (if I can ever figure it out) and myspace memory lane will be officially closed.