Thursday, September 18, 2008

my poem.

As I walk by the mirror in the morning, I see an unfamiliar face.
I look into it's eyes, I feel like I've met him before.
I ask who he was, he had no respose.
I ask once more, why doesn't he answer.
Does he not know who he is.
I examine him very closely, then i relize something.
That confused person is me.
How am I?

Friday, September 5, 2008

The greatest qoute ever.

"Livin the vida with out the loca." Mase