My name is christine I'm 17
   *Writing Poetry 
   *I live in Wisconsin in a small town
   *I'm not hard to get along
with as long as you can accept my smart ass attitude.
   *I Don't care what people think I do my own things how I want.
   *I love outdoors and fishing is one of my favorite things to do during hunting season i do deer processing and I love it I get to hang/skin/cut/wrap I love it.....hmm as for anything else
   * I'm nice as long as you return the favor!!!!
   * Always willing to make new friends
*****~*~*~*~My Mother*~~*~**~
   ~~~~you were my insperation for life
you said you would never leave me
but now i dont even know you~~~~~->By:jacob marks~~**Thanks So Much!!!!

I really enjoy writing poetry whenever i get a new idea a like to write it down somewhere and then ill add to it as time goes i dont usually write happy one's but i had to write one recently describing me and i came up with thz

 "Me"

me myself as i know
am as open as the lines will show
i'm kind of crazy, fun at time
love to spend time making rhymes
i like to spend my time outdoors
while mopping deer guts off the floor
my job is fun..exciting to me
others think its really creepy
i dont care what people think
it's nice to be unique

others are more deep like:

"no title"

tears of blood
run long and cold
straight edge
riggid blade
full of pain
blood flows
running fast
flowing past
as the blood runs down my cheeks
all the way down to my feet
i dont know what to think
cold, bright, blood
tears of pain
nothing to gain
full of pain
as the years run cold.

"Confused"

some say drunk
others think fun

some consider it art
other think pain

some say love
others think friendship

i start my art
you view my pain
i dig right down to the vein
how horrible and sick
just if you could understand it.

"Taste"

the taste of blood
cold and sweet
just keep runnig down your cheek
sweet red lips dying for a kiss
as the taste of blood fills your lips
your the one dying for the kiss
as are lips compress
the blood combines
we intertwine
we become one

*~*Song lyrics I Wrote*~*~
   " No Title"

Tommarow may be ....It may be your last....
Here i sit waitin for the day ...The day you fall....
The day you lose it all...yet I dont fucking give a damn...
because im nothing...no one ....never be anything quite like you .....
What the hell is it you expect from me ....
Im always left wondering ....what it is I can do ....
To be as good as you... But i still am and allways will...
Nothing .....A no-one ....
Ill never be quite like you feel as if I am .....

....I'm trapped....Trapped inside the curse of ...making your tomorrow
a never ending fucking nightmare....don't u care...
do u give a damn...
thats right....the answer is still a damn no....
i'm nothing...im ...no-one

I can go on...without the m-e-m-o-r-i-e-s...with out hearing your
fucking voice...inside my head
i dont need it nemore...consider yourself the blackness
inside me
the boundries that will forever be forgotten.

I'm nothing...no-one....never as good as you....fuck me...FUCK YOU

Im not what you would like me to be ....so you just (LOUD) STOP FUCKING CARING ABOUT
ME...Ohh Thats fine ....you just stay the fuck away ...
I've lived my life alone..so its not a hard to continue that way.

"""""Still Trying To finish this one""""""""
"""""Working on the line to go in between"""

I'm trapeed....Trapped inside the curse of....making your tomorrow
a never ending fucking nightmare....don't you care...
do you give a damn
thats right the answer is a damn no....
i'm nothing...i'm no-one

umm nething else you wan't to know ill tell ya..all you gotta do is speak up and ask.








92% percent of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off. <<<<You should not be they way someone tells you to be you should be the way you want to be.....

Girl: "Forgive me father for I have sinned."


Priest: "What have you done my child?"


Girl: "I called a man a son of a bit**."


Priest: "Why did you call him a son of a bit**?"


Girl: "Because he touched my hand."


Priest: "Like this?" (as he touches her hand)


Girl: "Yes father."


Priest: "That's no reason to call a man a son of a bit**."


Girl: "Then he touched my breast."


Priest: "Like this?" (as he touched her breast)


Girl: "Yes father."


Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."


Girl: "Then he took off my clothes, father."


Priest: "Like this?" (as he takes off her clothes)


Girl: "Yes father."


Priest: "That's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."


Girl: "Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where."


Priest: "Like this?" (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)


Girl: "YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!"


Priest: (after a few minutes): "That's no reason to call him a son of a bit**."


Girl: "But father he had AIDS!"


Priest: "THAT SON OF A BIT**!!!"

Repost if you laughed.....