tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12725282009-02-21T03:40:38.714-05:00I type what I feel at any given time. And when it gets real poetic, here's where I go.biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-18182253581692091332008-05-13T22:48:00.002-04:002008-05-13T22:54:50.719-04:00

Last night, I thought about you.About how I miss lying in bed with you,my arm around you, our fingers intertwinedmy breasts against your back,my cold legs wrapped around your warm ones,my breath between your shoulder blades.Or, sometimes,your arm around chest,your hand on top of mine,your lips on my shoulder,your breath tickling my ear.I'm homesick.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-29708877613056751752008-05-04T23:58:00.002-04:002008-05-05T00:00:59.538-04:00

Why is the one I keep thinking ofnot the one I want to be thinking of?Why does everything I see not remind me ofthe one I love thinking of,but the one who drives a knife deeper into my heart every day?

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-44272906890736869792008-04-15T00:07:00.001-04:002008-05-05T00:10:09.386-04:00

I need to tell you some things...I want to tell you everything.But I'm so afraid that telling youall there is to me,the good and the bad,will hurt you, or scare you, or anger you,and I'll lose you forever.So, should I keep it all inside, and not worry about my feelings,or risk it all just for the sake of there being 'no secrets'?

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-17346998304243175092008-03-06T03:32:00.001-05:002008-03-06T03:32:48.473-05:00

i can't live a month without seeing your facei can't live a week without feeling your hand in minei can't live a day without hearing your voicei can't live an hour without seeing your smilei can't live a minute without looking into your eyesi can't live a second without youbut i could live forever in your arms

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-23087825241968515822007-11-18T00:43:00.000-05:002007-11-18T00:46:18.983-05:00

I used to think I hate her becauseof all the bad things she did to you.I used to think I hate her becauseshe hurts you, on purpose.I used to think I hate her becauseof the way she talks down to you.I used to think I hate her becauseshe manipulates you, and manipulated me.I know why I hate her very existencewith every fiber of my body,with every breath,with every thought.As evil and horrible as

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-75121847007437265102007-07-19T18:30:00.000-04:002007-07-20T14:25:34.987-04:00

i hear the soft pitpat of raindrops falling.i smile and glance at you, and then at the door."come outside with me," i say.you shake your head, "it's raining!"i take your hand and try to pull you toward the open door,trying to convince you to play in the rain with me.your eyes begin to sparkle, and a smile slowly forms on your lips."let's go, then" you say, half-laughing.i giggle and bound outside

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-45575503040745483612007-07-13T11:08:00.000-04:002007-07-13T13:14:25.541-04:00

they sit on the swings next to each other, giggling silly faces and smiles exchange as they seem to float past each other they finally slow down then come to a stop they walk to a picnic table to munch on sandwiches & veggies they talk about everything. relationships, foreign policy, religion they talk about nothing. work gossip, baby mamma drama, celebs they

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-4194192545182306822007-06-13T22:46:00.000-04:002007-07-02T11:48:33.415-04:00

"Do unto others as youwould have them dounto you."Even if it means helpingsomeone who won't give youthe time of day.It took you 5 minutes to dowhat they couldn't in 25 minutesand what they wouldn't have donein 5 hours.I don't know whether to feelglad that I helped someone in needor upset that I helped someonewho didn't even thank me.I'll be content that they spenttheir almost-wasted time, instead

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-27774603615992587972007-06-11T23:44:00.000-04:002007-07-02T11:46:24.555-04:00

minutes seem like hours, waitingbut hours seem like seconds, talkingjust yesterday, I was crying to himabout how you confuse meand last night, he and I talked for hours about nothing and I had funand today, I'm confused again

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-66177130432939232612007-06-07T23:40:00.000-04:002007-07-02T11:49:37.720-04:00

Out of all the things I'veever learned to do,I never thought I'dbe comfortable withtelling lies.Maybe I'm not really tellinglies at all.Maybe I'm too naïveto accept the truth.Out of all the things I'veever learned to do,I never thought I'dbe comfortable withrejecting the obvious truth.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-75817728048035122602007-05-30T00:59:00.000-04:002007-05-30T01:03:49.218-04:00

He's an on time God,Yes, He is.He's an on time God,Yes, He is!He may not come when you want Him,but He'll be there right on time.He's an on time God,Yes, He is.This is a very old spiritual, I think... it's very inspiring and very true! :D

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-28080231022568541242007-05-18T13:07:00.000-04:002007-05-18T13:11:05.450-04:00

Here are the words I write on a pageto start a new age;a time of changeis in the air.No one remembers how it startedexcept for me.I was finally discontentedwith mediocrity and bashing myself.So, I stopped.The time is now to be who I amto become all that I can,striving to be a better me.And so, I sit here,the most comfortable I'vebeen with myself in almostthree years.I am proud to be me.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1135742172791916072005-12-27T22:53:00.000-05:002006-11-15T01:32:20.126-05:00

i guess you're talking to me againwhich is finebecause i thought you died.you just decided to ignore everyonejust like when she died.go ahead, push me away.it's okay. i still love you.though it's quite apparent that you don't love me anymoreit should have been apparent to me that you aren't the same anymorebut i was fooled by seven-year-old infatuationgo ahead, make out with your girlfriend in

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1128657779936393392005-10-06T23:59:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:19.970-05:00

thanks for showing me that i didn't need to care in the first place.i'm going to stick to my guns. so fuck you.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1128657960406178662005-09-30T22:13:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:20.045-05:00

i need you,you're the first person that's made me feel alive in a long timeand now that you're not here, i'd rather be dead than without you.what did you do to me?nothing, really, except let me fall in love with youall over again.i really don't know if you fell in love with meor if you ever were.i can only wish.i'm tired of being an empty shell...please come back to me.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1121047948765146582005-07-10T22:09:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:19.896-05:00

Every time I talk to youI see this pain in your eyes.I can make it melt awaysimply by holding your handor hugging youor just standing closerthanclose.But you've already assertedthat women are the deviland there's no convincing you otherwise.I wish I could help,but you won't let me.So, fuck it.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1094532685295143122004-09-07T01:46:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:19.174-05:00

I feel like I'm missing myself,like someone's gone and mixed me upand sweetened meand then poured me outand drank me upI kind of miss myselfwhich is funny, becausesomeone used me.So if I was used, then I can't be missed.Can I?It's a free country.Well, for all intensive purposes,in this instance,it is totally free.So I can do whatever I want.I can feel however I feel.And no one can make me do

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1088107589672343142004-06-24T16:00:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:19.083-05:00

i wish you weren't so lonelyor that i could dry your tears awayi wish i could make all those bad memoriesjust fade in a summer day

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1072761069016427502003-12-24T00:08:00.000-05:002006-11-15T01:32:18.988-05:00

love is such a played out wordan often-pondered-upon emotionbut a never-acted-upon feelingsome people sprinkle their sentiments love like God sprinkles rain over seattleconstant, cool, and without discriminationother people savor its flavor and only let it show on special occasionsit's like holding your favorite candy in your mouth as long as possibleletting it melt completely, then getting

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1064900306937341652003-09-30T01:38:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:18.909-05:00

I can't be mad at the way you are,because you can't change how the past makes you think.I can't be mad at the way you are,because the things you went through make you are.I can't be mad at the way you are,because that's just who you are.But why did you mess it up for me?I'm not the girl that likes the boywith money, or fast cars, or all that.I'm the girl that likes the boywith the calm demeanor,

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1056892851192740402003-06-29T09:20:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:18.818-05:00

Everything is the opposite of what even begins to make sense.I work the hardest and I do the worst.I become the best and still I lose.I push it out of my face and it jumps back into my lap.Maybe I should just stop trying to escape the past,full of haunting memories.I can't worry about what has already happened,because that will make what is to be that much more difficult.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1056671192093366352003-06-26T19:46:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:18.734-05:00

how can it be a rebound boyfriendwhen we're only friends...or maybe now we're morejust one electric kiss to push us bothso what are we now...he is in love with someone elsebut she can't handle his lovei just ended a relationshipbased on one's lust and the other's needso maybe our pain links us...but now he's thereand i'm just hereneeding to hear his heartbeatneeding to feel his voiceand he wants

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-942395942003-05-12T22:08:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:18.665-05:00

breathe in, breathe out... breathe in, breathe out.patience. patience. patience.strength, courage, wisdom.don't worry about the past,focus on the future.

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-1110176298801398682003-04-22T22:26:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:19.813-05:00

Tortured by beautiful dreams of we,eternally bound to you is me.Feeling emotions which never were,my thoughts of us always seem unsure.Pumping adrenaline, rushing blood,visions, miracles, lives in a flood.In this space of six-our peacenight in, night out, never to cease.I pray when I find the one for mesimilar to you he will never be.When you find the one to be with you forever,I want love to

biancasimonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08044221252048715992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1272528.post-928739992003-04-19T00:56:00.000-04:002006-11-15T01:32:18.594-05:00

I want to pretend like I don't care,I pretend I never think.I pretend I'm a robot,like I have no real heart or soul.I pretend so well sometimes that I fool myselfand then I catch myself like a clumsy middle-schooler.I might scratch my hands, but at least my knees aren't bleeding.I want to pretend that it's all okay again.But no one can reverse time, or its affects on the mind.

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