Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Sunday a neighbor had their house burn down.
Monday a Tornado hit Walterboro.

"We used to love each other.
We used to hug each other.
Then our love faded away.
So I guess I'll fade away.
See you later,
sweet potato."

Friday, May 19, 2006

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
But clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to him I just can't be true

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

I feel it in the air
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
As if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well

Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying

I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

Our Love, his trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer

rihanna

Friday, May 12, 2006

Here is the intro to my short story, "Red".
also the original beginning.

--The dream I had tonight really shook me. All I can see
in my mind is your face staring back at me, your eyes
wide, your mouth open. You're straining to speak but
nothing comes out. I look down at my hand, and it's
covered in blood.
So I decided to take your advice. I started to write.
I am going to write a small novel/ short story about
it. Granted the premise may have been used, but I want
at least one person to really understand the way I
feel about you: and that person is you. I would do
anything for you. Broadcast it to the world, write a
book about it, paint it in a picture. Your love is my
guiding light. So here is the opening paragraph,
however in it's rawest form. It's tentively entitled,
"The Sea of Red".---

"Red, red, red”, Raymond thought to himself. “Why did
I wait so long to buy a shirt for tonight? I had all
week to do buy a damn shirt”. The truth was he was
swamped at work, and had missed several appointments
with friends because of it. He looked through shirt
after shirt on the rack, but none seemed to satisfy
him. Tonight was the big night, the night he had been
planning for a month. Dinner, dancing, and the biggest
question he would ever ask. Raymond flipped open his
phone, and saw her face staring back at him. He
couldn’t help but smile. She was the best thing that
had ever happened to him. She was smart, beautiful,
and caring. Suddenly the phone rang loudly, snapping
him out of his euphoric trance. “Hello?” he stammered.
“Yo man, what’s up?” a familiar male voice asked.
“Ah, man, trying to find a shirt for tonight. *BEEP*
said she’d be wearing a red dress, and I have to find
just the right red to match.” Raymond replied.
“You’re kidding right? You’re going to match to go
out? Man, you are whipped!” the friend quipped.
“You’ll understand when you find the right one. You’ll
do whatever she asks to make her happy.” Raymond said
back, with a certain anxiety in his voice.
“Oh yeah, tonight’s the big night, isn’t it?” the
friend asked, “are you sure you want to marry this
girl? There’s no going back you know!”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
Raymond said, “Now let me go so I can get the hell out
of here.”

To be continued...

Monday, May 08, 2006

Well, I remember when I used to love someone
That looked just like u
And also I can remember
The smell of her sweet perfume
She used to tell me things that I used to love
She had her way of getting the best of my heart
And also she had a way of
Keeping me smiling, but now shes gone

I used to love someone
But now I'm on the run
She had a hold on me
Stripping the walls of my heart

Also I can remember the first day that u came in my life
It seemed then that u were a little more open
With all of your thoughts
And the days u used to talk to me
But now I dont know who u really are
It seems that the look of yours eyes
Is that your drifting off from afar
And u dont even seem the same
It's like your playing a game with me

I used to love someone
But now I'm on the run
She had a hold on me
Stripping the walls of my heart

Hmm...
The love I once knew
Still has a hold on me
I've tried, ooh I've tried
To love you

I used to love someone
But now I'm on the run
She had a hold on me
Stripping the walls of my heart

But now I'm on the run
She has a hold on me
Stripping my heart, oooh
And I dont know what made me do it
Something came along and blew it
Somewhere
I used to love someone
Now Im on the run
From the love I once knew
Stripping the walls of my heart, used to love
She had a hold on me
Stripping, stripping my heart

ah

Friday, May 05, 2006

"You'll have to excuse me, I'm late for a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons."