MTV Movie Awards

It sucked. The End. Eminem was their. Bruno stuck his balls in Em's face. I think they might hurt him. Triump made fun of Ben Stiller. Twilight won everything. End of story.

Awwww

Stan is dead. Most people remember Stan as that crazy Eminem fan. I remember Stan as one ill song. Anyway that asshole Swiss Beats said something about a Stan 2 he worked on. False. Hear read this article. Anyone who cares has read it already but I'm still putting it out there.
http://www.theboombox.com/2008/12/12/eminem-talks-relapse-kills-rumors-of-a-stan-2/
http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2008/12/12/eminem-heated-about-song-leaks-says-he-and-dr-dre-are-back-to-mischievous-ways
http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2009/05/11/eminems-relapse-read-the-rolling-stone-review/

Woah.

Had a surpise today thought I was going to work with just John today. But Sacha came along for the ride. And now where all going bike riding next Saturday. Oh boy. Thanks you made the day more bareable. Tau grilled me all damn day like usual. I don't think he realizes that his only friend at work isn't aviable for dates. Aww better luck next time. China stop teasing those boys too. You are giving away false hope. Oh well life goes on.My brother broke my damn tv. ARRRRGGGGG people just get me so made some times. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

50TH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOW I HIT THE 50th POST THIS IS 51 OH YEAH. THAT IS ALL,

Scared Confused Lost

I haven't posted in a while wish it could have been on a better note. I'm doing things that I know I shouldn't. I'm starting to hate the world I've trapped myself in. I guess I'm missing the pills is all. Maybe its just a faze. Hopefully it wont mess up the few things do enjoy. Oh here is a new poem. In titled Hey You.

Hey You

By Maurice

Hey you,

I think you might have me hooked,

Because every time I take a look,

All I see is you,

Fall back on my music

And all I hear is you.

I'm thinking things,

That I know I shouldn't,

Couldn't imagine what you would say,

Probably Baby don't think that way,

But you know I care for you,

And I know you care for me,

I don't mean to be this way,

I don't want to hurt you,

So I'm scared of myself,

Don't what to do,

I'm so lost without you,

My head is spinning,

Damn it if so confused,

Sometimes your yes,

Other times your no,

I really don't know what to do.

Can you give me a clue.....

Hey you,

I care,

I hear you,

I see you,

I feel you,

I smell you,

I taste you,

And I don't know what to do.

His Words Her Notes

As I sit here and play with these words,
You sit and play those strings,
My words whisper sweet nothings into your ear,
Which you turn into the lovely melodies for my heart.

As I fall deeper and deeper into this trap,
Your melodies begin to attack,
So I write quicker, slicker, and wittier words,
That burn beautiful sonnets in your heart.

These sonnets require lyrics, so the pen must go to the pad,
The bow to the strings,
Our souls to the fire,
This is the crossroads where our hearts meet,
This seems to be the end,
But the journey has just begun.

Words become things of sweet memory,
As the notes become a sweet symphony,
Though 1000 words has never been spoken,
And 1000 notes have never been played,
But they call out to us,
Suspended in time,
Holding a secret,
That will hold us forever.

Our evening idn't over yet,
It's been 8hours now,
As we begin to share,
My words tell of all my heartbreak and broken promises,
Your notes of all your fears and lies,
Music and time,
Is what we have now,
It's our sanctuary.

Even though it really late,
I still must ask "Do you really have to go?"
Why can't things remain this simple?
Do they really have to change?
These endless questions with no true answer,
Are really scaring me,
But,
Whatever lies beyond this morning,
Is a little later on,
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all,
Nothing's like before.

We have grown older,
Hoprfully wiser,
But or passion is a fire,
Our music causes us to fly higher,
And we hit the point,
Where everything is sweet,
Your strings ringing,
My words singing,
Riding on silver wings,
Elevating us to our final stage,
As much as we hate ti end this now,
We realize we must take our final bow.

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Straight from my heart,
Bullets come aimed straight for the brain,
Freeze your thoughts and lock me in,
Isolate that thought of me,
And all the time I couldn't see,
You where closer to me than I could believe,
But whatever it is that I have done I'm glad for,
Let this kiss tickle your ear,
Peace, Love and Goodnight my dear.

Sick

Today my baby crashed. My computer crashed. I saw my whole life get flush down the drain. Oh well I guess I have to start over. I do have some work online so I guess I can begin a new. I have this piece I wrote with Peach in mind. I'm going to post it soon. After I start beck working on my pieces. Oh yeah I hate to say this and I hope they don't read this but my intership at Kids Creative is starting to suck. But heres hope for the best.