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Name: Ryan
Birthday: 11/19/1987
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Sunday, January 06, 2008

The Sands of Time

Its there before you realize
You gaze into eachothers eyes
You start to flirt, its no surprise
Almost seems you're hypnotized

You think about her every day
Mom says its puppylove..no way
No strand of letters could convey
Its more than words can even say

The thought of asking that girl out 
makes your insides twist no doubt
Butterflies move in and out
She says YES! You sing, you shout

The months have passed, you're so in love
Has Heaven sent her from above?
You kiss and hug. Playfully shove
So innocent just like a dove

A year goes by, its not the same
She lies to you like its a game
No remorse, no hint of shame
Takes no fault, says youre to blame

She says its over, she wants more
When actually shes just a whore
If you could see this heart you tore
Would you still walk out the door?

Its hard to laugh, to fake a smile
Though Ive done it for quite a while
But in the end, its not my style
To simply feel like an exile

The bitterness will come to pass 
Listen to the hourglass
The sand falls down but not too fast
Wounds will heal for you at last


Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Forget

I need to forget, please help me forget.
The memories, the lies, all this bullshit.
Look at the end, was it even worth it?
If its a game, by all means I forfeit.

Its all just a phase, I know I am able
But sometimes I want to crawl under a table
Make my life perfect, like some show on cable..
A story, a tale, or even a fable.

I find myself writing these poems each night
Perhaps to erase all the memories of plight
Love is a sickness, of sadness and blight
Thinking of love again fills me with fright

At this point it's my fault, I cannot let go
It hurt me so badly, it just goes to show...
Many times in the past I shouldve said no
But I wanted that feeling from one year ago..

I am so sure it will catch me again
With who I dont know, I do not know when.
Each day it hurts less, at least know until then
I will always be weary, like a bad omen.






Monday, December 31, 2007

The Day I Fucked A Chicken

Woke up and got out of bed
Looked in the mirror..my eyes still red
Was gonna go to work but then I said
I think I'll fuck a chicken instead!

Put on my underwear, then my pants
The thought of chicken fuckin, makin me dance!
Oh dear lordy, it put me in a trance.
Do people fuck chickens in France?

Got fully dressed and jumped in my truck
Gonna give that chicken a good ol' fuck!
Moanin and groanin and makin em cluck!
Thrusting back and forth till I get stuck.

Headin down the road at 6:28
Gettin so horny Im gonna masturbate!
Thinkin bout the chickens, I just cant wait.
Which bird is gonna be my mate?

Well after going 25 miles outta town
I finally reach the residents of Farmer Brown!
I have to sneak in without a sound!
I really dont wanna get found =(

The chicken coop, its almost there!
I feel it in my underwear!
I see the chickens, GOD I swear..
My pants, I no longer need to wear

I grab me a chicken, she's so round
The most beautiful thing I ever found
Unbuttoned my pants, then I pound!
Then I slipped outta there without a sound.

I was so happy I could weep
Went back home and fell asleep
My alarm clock wakes me, I hear a beep
Now its time to fuck some sheep...











Sunday, December 23, 2007

Butterfly

Deleting this poem because, well...its really bad XD.



You..

I hate you..

You're nothing but a liar
You're nothing but a fake

I despise you..

You never want to see me
Theres always something better

I loathe you..

Dwelling on the love we made,
makes me want to puke...

I detest you..

Because of you your friends think Im scum
Well they can go to hell too

I abhor you..

If you ever think I hate you,
then you would certainly be right

I hate you...




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