James-Gentry

Never "You're such a pretty little wreck, I give you that, When you fell from heaven, Hell certainly took great care to insure, It was spared on impact, I your descent to the crumbling earth, Of your past and your shame. And I swear to god once you're done, Things will never be the same. Never be the same. You yell at the world, Your moods change with the wind. I swear you broke so many hearts, You are  a breathing sin. But things will not fall this time, Into the places you want. Not this time. Oh. They say love changes us, It  stains who you are. It rusts the wires that, Suspend your heart. Within the tired walls of your chest. Whe

Years "You build me up, You tear me down. I swear to god you love the sound, Of these walls ripping apart, Oh from the day you stole my heart. From the day you stole my heart. Its been so many years, Since the day we first met. Awkward glances and smiles, Broken at best. I swear to god, If I only new, What would become of me, what became of you. If only the future, Had some way to warn us, Of the broken and bleeding, Of these paper walls burning, That  kept us safe through each night, As time beat us lightly, And the clock ticked with fright. Its been so many years, Since the day we first met. Awkward glances and smiles, Broken at best.

Alive "I'm finally happy, I'm finally alive. I can breath my shallow breaths, With a calmer mind. You can't take that from me sweetie, No matter how hard you try. Your words reek with envy, But I am in no mood for a fight. I can walk on two feet, And my day is no longer night. I fell apart, from the seams of my Broken mind, But the daylight put me together, And resurrected my fragile mind. I'm finally happy, I'm finally alive. Alive. (2x.) You're jealous of my happiness, Yet you took it time after time, Each time you left. My days ran out of breath, And night never left. Oh honey, I am finally alive."

Mother, Mother "Mother, mother. I'm not the voices inside your head, Screaming you're better off dead. But this isn't a family. No it never was. What a fucking excuse, For a "mothers love". They keep you up, Till the break of dawn. A whispered song, Screaming "hear us!" From these white wash walls. Who the hell do you think you are, To tell me who has a heart? You listened to the screaming silence, And broke a family with your fucking violence. They keep you, They keep you, They keep you. They keep you up, Till the break of dawn. A whispered song, Screaming "hear us!" From these white wash walls. But it's all over now, I left your home,

Mexico is found in the North America, bordering the US, Guatemala, and Belize. It is the 5th largest nation in North and South America, and the 13th largest nation on the planet. Mexico is over 760,000 square miles, and 2,000 miles in length. The country shares a 1,952 mile border with the United States, 871 with Guatemala, and a 156 mile border with Belize. It has two mountain ranges that reach north to south, the Sierra Madre Oriental, and the Sierra Madra Occidental. East to west, is the Trans-Mexican Volcanic Belt, or the Sierra Nevada. Finally, the mountain range that stretches from Michocán to Oaxaca, known as the Sierra Madre del Sur.

 The thing that has impacted me the most in my 14 years of life is reading. Of course, the books I've read vary in genre, length, and other things,and each one leaves a different imprint on me. Some books, despite their short length, impact me more than others. In all, though, the 3 books that have had the largest affect on me are The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger, Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, and The Perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. All three deal with many moral situations that affect the protagonist of the story, and they are quite memorable. They left an impact on me as to how I see my generation, how I deal with

Is it just me, or do you hear all the sappy love stories from a females perspective, or the underdogs perspective? Not just this, but in almost all love stories, the girl is abnormally attractive and unattainable. Well, this isn't one of those stories in the least bit. Frankly, it is far from this. What I will say is, all love stories don't end the same. Sometimes, it's the jock, a future lonely gym teacher waiting to happen, and the bimbo cheerleader who later pleads with the state for welfare. Sometimes, it's the 60 year old widow and a lonely man divorced 4 times. And in saying this, we can't predict who we will fall in love with, and fo