I don't know why I still go on this. But uh I read an old convo between me nd Leanna. I was soo fucking pessimistic fuck and a fucking could not stop whining. Well uh, this is kinda like my internet journal. Pretty fucking lame it is. But I like looking at previous poetry nd checking out myself before I became a fucking looooooooooser. I started smoking weed nd shit...bad idea. But maybe im jus exaggerating the effects. Who knows. So anyway me nd my gf, have been going on for 2 months and three days now. Making it the longest relationship i've ever had. I'm happy, but sometimes of course I get mad nd shit. But I love the girl regardless of what I say. This is definitely on some Leanna shit, for those who have kept up with me through the years. Haha..anyway, i've wrote some new shit down. Its dedicated to her of course..i've been rusty, nd been writing some real pieces of shit lately so forgive me.

Untitled.

I love you end of story,
Yeah this shit is gonna be corny,
So sit tight,
And take your tongue and bite,

Alright so where do I start,
You basically have my heart,
When im not with you , i'm missing something,
Its worse than being lonely,

At night I dream and  dream,
And i've never been so happy,
I want to be with you for as long as I can,
And I will be damned if i'm not your man,

I love you more than these words can explain,
We've been through alot and shared some pain,
But through it all  i've been more than happy,
I just hope you love me.

By: Jonathan Sanchez

Old shit..

Cute

Sitting down listening to fuck the world/
Some thing I really feel, submerged in get money and fuck girls/
Devoured by the thought of trampling those along the way to get what is necessary/
But what exactly do I need and is anything really a necessity/

Speed dial into crazy concussions of love and lust/
This is a saturday night, a must/
To drink deeply in false promises and words like I like you/
You should have spoken the truth/

Make me curse the life out the living, throw this javelin into my eye/
Is what your words used to do to me, no lie/
But what do you care , your gone nd im still alive/
More like walking dead, with nothing but love to bribe/

Make those cute ones go away I prayed/
While I layed/
On those rocks and closed my eyes shut/
You make me pray, and I dont even believe, fuck enough is enough/

Bloody fist, anger, rage, fury and thoughts of genocide in memory of your name/
When all along she was not to blame/
You are, your confused perceptions of love and lust, speak no more/
Let me step back, my mirror must be ignored../

NEW GIRLFRIEND. Carolin. Yes. Been a month. YESSSS.