Still working on that, but i did manage to write something. Enjoy. Peace Out. \/


HereMy heart hurts here An ache inside The days are all the same and Ive lost track I cant sleep; its too quiet And Im lonely Im sorryHere


These Aren't The WordsI wish I had words that could influence people Words that I could express that would actually describe how I feel Words that would make you understand But I cant and I dont have those words I cant even begin to understand how you feel sometimes Sometimes I know to clearly what you think Sometimes I'm not sure The things that hurt me, you can reason out I wish I could write songs so I could make you feel Lyrics, with music to capture my meaningThese Aren't The Words
Everything, rushing, open But I cant, and I feel closed Its too easy to lie about how I feel and what I think &


You're BackIt smells like you around here again Its been a while, it seemed like Id forgotten But youre back and I can tell The bathroom smells like your deodorant Your toothbrush is back in the cup And you left Radox crystals in the bath Your presence practically radiates here But you look tired and I missed you Daddy, Im glad youre homeYou're Back


FragileThe first ray of light On these eyes isn't gentle, And i was wrapped in you. I blink, and again Human eyes,Fragile
Tryin to accept
The power of the sun Untangling myself and Finding my feet The breeze hits my face
As i open the door.
And it's warm and exquisite Playing across my skin. Gentle, fair skin Soft like the wind. How fragile this form is.


JigsawsA beautiful, grand jigsaw. The puzzles near impossible, but there is a solution. Its exact, one thousand pieces, just a simple complexity. And when in a few hours Im done I have a pretty picture. A fine old oil painting, reassembled on my table. Complete and finished. Sweetly satisfying jigsaw.Jigsaws
This is a different puzzle and the scene Is a beach. No thousand pieces: A million, billion, trillion, grains of sand in the wind and tide To move them around every day without a solution I can never finish the picture Or have it in front of me, assembled and con


My lionAdmittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.My lion
Why are you throwing rocks at puppies? It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didnt stop.
Because I want to, old man, I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. You asked for it! I yel
Much appreciated.
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
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Emily [[Kicks Ass]] is taking Control. Peace \/
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Writers and politicians are natural rivals. Both groups try to make the world in their own images; they fight for the same territory.
- Salman Rushdie
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Roses are red, violets are... blueniverse...
I really like the center of the universe?
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Emily [[Kicks Ass]] is taking Control. Peace \/
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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam
(I have a catapult. Unless you give all of your money to me, I will fling an enormous rock at your head)
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exterminate the hated, vanquish the conquered, torture the forsaken, and forsake the tortured
avatar, authortag courtesy ~dauntiemagic, devID courtesy ~zeferefr
i'm not a failure but i know what it's like...--slipknot
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Parkour? That's just the way I roll!
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Emily [[Kicks Ass]] is taking Control. Peace \/
and yes It's refreshing to finally be back in a routine, the new teachers are pretty cool too ^^
You okay? Hows life treating you?
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Parkour? That's just the way I roll!
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