CryingBuffalo17
Profile
I am a red crayon in a box of white ones. I love standing out, being different, being outgoing and I am very extrovert.
I am also very defiant, i dont like being taken for granted, i like to speak my mind and i am not a person to be toyed with.
I love to party, have fun, write, dance; I love the outdoors and being in the open.
I love adrenaline rushes and im not scared to try new things.
I have a somwhat twisted sense of humor and i can be very sarcastic at times.
All in all a little time bomb and NOBODY will ever know for sure what i might do next.
I live life for every second.
I live life for what it is.
I live life.
That’s it.
Groups
CryingBuffalo17 is a member of The beauty of poetry.
Journal Entries
Jealousy
Posted 5 months ago.
Sentimental Pain
Posted 5 months ago.
Told or Spoken to? Decide
Posted 5 months ago.
Boredom
Posted 5 months ago.
Living in the ghetto
Posted 5 months ago.
Writing
PLEASE!
Hey there readers, I see you guys actually like the mambo jumbo that I write. Thank you. I’m trying to get all these published. Please comment. Any sort of feed back would be very much appreciat…
Choices of the past finally come in the future (mini memoir)
...I snapped…barking different curses at her both in Spanish as well as in English. “You’re sick, you’re dead to me; you are weak.”
The Blues
Like the great blues, my emotions cry rivers of beauty. / There is nothing and no one that can truly understand the intensity in my words. / Cries of outrage passionately backed by self worth and lac…
Mirror Finish
My glasses reflect what the world really is / No actual judgment, a true mirror finish / Showing me how much a joke life is / Making me realize that I’m doing is pretending / Junior year and hig…
Through the Sky
Through the day / The beauty / The blue mirror above… Through the dusk / The dark / The midnight starred abyss… He pulls me through / He holds me close / He shows me a reason to smil…
Explicit
Heat, passion, love, lust / The sensation of carnal desire / Slow rising pressure against the walls of my body / A never ending course traced by his hands; by his lips / I wanted him / I wanted his in…
