My Life Remixed From The Wastelands Of Purgatory

I can’t take a break from what I write which is poetry my ultimate passion.

My life s**t I just don’t know about it anymore.

If I could be normal I would.

If I could be thin and attractive then I would undergo surgery for that but I can’t cause I don’t wanna conform to what people want.

I’m no Britney Spears so pretty and popular trying to hide from the glitz and glamour of Tinsel

Town.

Aw hell if I could hide from my small town popularity I would be just like Demi Moore whom left Hollywood.

I can’t let go of my music cause it’s apart of who I am.

I always complain that I got more problems then other people but I’m wrong because they are men, women, children, and pets that get mistreated in more twisted ways than I know about.

I wish I could get rid of my weaknesses but then I would be an American Bad A*s and not caring for no one.

Do I believe in God and His Son? Yes but my faith is shady in some areas that doesn’t mean I want someone to turn me back into a Christian again.

I like the way I am.

I don’t want depression pills that’ll make me feel more shittier than I want to be.

I love having a fictious girl that I created that I can hear in my head and see in the sky if I concentrate hard enough.

I love that I can sometimes feel my wings come out of my back whenever I’m content.

When I’m content I can relax and produce great Phoenix warmth.

Yes I call my body heat that as my love is called Phoenix passion just be glad I don’t name my dick like most jocks whom have a teenie weenie.

I cry at movies, t.v. shows that go off the air, people who have died like Eddie Guerrero that upset me god I must’ve mentioned this bit at least ten times over that goes for songs too.

I have charisma and such a great personality just get with me as a friend or lover and you’ll see it.

I can separate what’s real and what’s fantasy just in case so you think I am a psychopath.

I kinda see myself as Superman who can sweep some girl off her feet but I only do that by cyber sex so yeah I am pitiful.

I am much more relaxed with cyber sex because if it came down to real physical sex I would freak out.

I don’t know to do jack s**t heh it’s true still a virgin.

I don’t know how to lick I never got the manual!

I’ve never seen a girl nude except for the internet which is getting to be boring.

If a girl gave me a lapdance I would tell her to get out of my lap and have some respect for herself.

I’ll never touch drugs or alcohol cause it’s dumb I don’t need that s**t to get fucked up I got soda and candy for that.

If I catch you drinking in front of me I will take that bottle and smash it over your head and hand you a fresh one saying "Here have another"

Little kids and lethal beauties that’s my Kryptonite.

I love controversy my middle is controversy just ask the mods hee heee.

I got a little sister and she’s like my own kid.

Just like me mimicking everything I do being a smartass and s**t but still she loves me.

I love the majority of my family especially my grandmother whom I call mom since she’s like my real mom since mine is a complete b***h.

S**t the only f*****g friends got are online and my one real life friend Robert who has stuck up for me so many times in school that I can remember.

I cry inside everyday of my life cause there is so much I want from life and I don’t have it.

I act hard cause everybody thinks that how I am but deep down you put a kid in front of me and I will break my defenses down and play with that little kid.

I have proven a hardcore fact that when I put on Axe or Tag bodyspray no girls come running at me just dying to f**k my brains out.

So I have proven Axe and Tag wrong I want my f*****g money back!

How do I write great poems and stories?

By listening to my music and watching movies that I like and love to death such as Tombstone.

When I watch a movie I can mimic that person’s voice and character down to a t minus the outfit.

Ah hell this is just how I am love me hate me I don’t care.