“I am reaching for the sky,
But I stop and ask myself why?
Everything seems better when I’m looking down below,
It is as if nothing stops and everything is a go.” ~Peety
(via visualizeus.com)
Posts tagged Peety poem
To a wonderful guy, named mister Pie.
Happy Birthday to you, may 2010 bring you even more tattoos?
I believe in you and always will, so enjoy your life and NEVER stand still.
And dance a jig for me on this special day. I like EMINEM, Kanye and even Sade.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ooo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
“This is our story and it should be told.
Not visions of glory or the days of gold.
These days are quite different when facing a recession with pensions that may never be paid.
Instead we concentrate on reality shows, vampires and zombies because they are NOW the biggest rage.
I’m not condemning the latest fads.
Believe it when I say I think Jersey Shore is definitely rad.
Yup times are changing and we are no longer non-geeks.
Every Tom, Dick and Harry is a Blackberry or an iPhone freak.
How do we learn from our mistakes?
Enjoy Life before it dishes out more heartaches.”
(photo and poem by me: Peety)
Yeah it’s Friday Bitches,
And I am in the mood to rap.
It could be good or it may be crap?
As one can see on this pic it is about my “toys.”
Featuring my mac and the two *rough neck* boyz!
It is written for me to enjoy life as it is my mother tongue.
And these toys are my secret on how-to stay young!
However, my bank account would have to disagree.
My accountant says, “How can one shop without any money?”
So when the “dough” does roll in, Peety is off spending away.
Which now I’m busy finding more room for all the new gadgets to play.
Yet, I should also be thankful for the fingers which allow me to type and my big breasts which give me all the hype!
I am not a materialistic girl, just one that lives in fantasy world!
I dream of the day when money will grow on trees and I have Darth Vader begging on his knees.
The galaxy is my oyster that means I am here to stay. My name is P-E-E-T-Y so please do not spell it any other way.
She said,” I love you”
I said, “Me too”
We both looked at each other as if we knew.
She jumps up and wraps her body around mine.
And I whisper to her,” You are my love, my only valentine.”
Our lips meet and the fire begins to grow. In my heart and further down below.
Love really makes me do strange things when one has so much bottled up passionate feelings. ~ Fun Poem by: Peety (me)
(photo via fotokritik)
