| Booksie Address: | http://www.booksie.com/lexie |
| Country: | Jamaica |
| Other site: | View Link |
| Favorite book: | Fade,sieze the night. |
| Member Since: | Mar 21, 2007 |
Poem by lexie
Posted: Jun 12, 2008
Think of what love can lead to. two people in harmony...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Jun 9, 2008
i think it's beautiful when we dance in the rain.
my...
Poem by lexie
Posted: May 20, 2008
"you drain the life from me. i hate everything i live...
Poem by lexie
Posted: May 19, 2008
Is beauty really Skin deep. Or we see inside the heart...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Feb 19, 2008
What is life to you? All of us have different concepts of...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Dec 20, 2007
whatever you get from it...write it.
Poem by lexie
Posted: Nov 14, 2007
what if all we had to do to make things right, was to...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Oct 29, 2007
I was quite young when i wrote this. what do you think?
Poem by lexie
Posted: Oct 29, 2007
To a friend of mine, I thought I could open his eyes to...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Oct 26, 2007
I thought of my ex. when i wrote this.
Poem by lexie
Posted: Oct 22, 2007
When you believe it's a dream; reality steps in...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Sep 26, 2007
when you know something is bad for you, why do you still...
Poem by lexie
Posted: Mar 30, 2007
How long will you wait? not too long i guess.
Poem by lexie
Posted: Mar 29, 2007
This poem was written when i was in Cayman- dec.24,2003....
Poem by lexie
Posted: Mar 21, 2007
what you can't escape; you will become.
Poem by lexie
Posted: Mar 21, 2007
it is about never giving up.
I was always the quiet child.
I would sit in a little corner by myself and cry for no reason. My mom saw this one day and told me to express myself (whether it was singing, dancing etc.), I chose writing, and I’ve been doing so ever since.
I love to go out, shop and have fun. Rock music is the best (Linkin Park), my best movie for all times- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
My life has not been a glamorous life but, I’m still waiting for the right opportunity to spread my wings. And who knows ‘what the tide will bring tomorrow.’