Calm Before the StormThe sky is a canvas, forever painted blue. There are no clouds, just azure heaven; fresh and new. It will never storm, or turn gray. This pure quality will never go away.Calm Before the Storm
If you look down, you will see everything is made of jewels. Trust me, a ground made of glittering gem stones is quite normal.
People walk down the street, never glancing at the buildings made of gold.
For, why would they care when they are the same; beautiful and cold?
Everything is perfect, and I couldn't hate it more. For, I am ruined to my very core. In a world without cracks or blemishes, how ca
Filled With Holiday CheerThey stole everything, when they took away Christmas. This empty room makes me feel so worthless.Filled With Holiday Cheer
I came down the stairs for my shiny presents. Yet they were gone; in their place was silence.
They took the tree, lights, and stockings. All they left was fear and yearning.
Whatever you do, don't look in the closet. It's greedy and dangerous, so keep quiet.
Race away from the door, leave the hallway. Keep away from it, it's not in the spirit of the holiday.
How People Become MuteDark vile shadows creep into my room at night. They dance and twist beyond my sight. Please forget my fears, and all that I have said. For, this cannot be real; it's all in my head.How People Become Mute
They reach out to me, and drag their fingers across my skin. I show no fear, but I shiver within. They grasp my throat, and steal the box that holds my voice. I didn't have a chance against them, and they didn't give me a choice.
They leave me now, silent and alone. When I move my lips nothing comes out, I cannot even moan. The darkness and silence presses against me, cloaking me in pain. &n
Your Melting HeartI stand in the wet snow, tears frozen on my face. All I wanted was to feel your arctic embrace. I gasp for breath, and try to describe the last week and how I have felt. I am running out of time; soon you will melt.Your Melting Heart
The frigid air blows my brown hair into my eyes. "You cannot die," I whispered ,and try to believe my lie. You just stare back at me, with your coal black sight. Slowly, you disappear underneath the harsh sunlight.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me; a perfect snowman. Yet, this relationship had ended before it even began.
Your carrot nose ha
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I will transcend my mind into the ultimate weapon, I will create an artwork that will surpass all visual knowledge, I will create an artwork that will echo through the ages, and perhaps, change even me...
I must say, it's very nice of you to ask. Most people seem to forget that I even exist lately. I feel neglected.
How about your day? Has anything interesting happened? Or worse, something bad and depressing? Hopefully not bad. You deserve a good day.
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I don´t believe in fairy-tales. I'm just too cynical. Everybody stop and stare. I let it all go.
I don't believe in miracles. I never did. Nothing ever happens here. I'm just so sick of it.
You feel neglected... well, you don't have to be, I'd like to keep you company, even if its just conversation.
My day has been normal, my body is still kinda tired from this trip I went on last friday (until Sunday) , all I want to do is sleep, I had no sleep on the camp, my friends were running around trying to find those who slept, luckily I wasn't caught lol, at the expense of now feeling tired and weak
Your Christmass jazz dance sounds interesting, is it for an event/ occassion?
We all deserve a good day I think, but some need it more than others, thank you anyway
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I will transcend my mind into the ultimate weapon, I will create an artwork that will surpass all visual knowledge, I will create an artwork that will echo through the ages, and perhaps, change even me...
we should be friends!
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"Dream the Impossible Dream"
-Don Quixote// Man of La Mancha
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I don´t believe in fairy-tales. I'm just too cynical. Everybody stop and stare. I let it all go.
I don't believe in miracles. I never did. Nothing ever happens here. I'm just so sick of it.
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I will transcend my mind into the ultimate weapon, I will create an artwork that will surpass all visual knowledge, I will create an artwork that will echo through the ages, and perhaps, change even me...
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I don´t believe in fairy-tales. I'm just too cynical. Everybody stop and stare. I let it all go.
I don't believe in miracles. I never did. Nothing ever happens here. I'm just so sick of it.
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Me-I wouldn't consider myself mean.
Friend-Well, okay. But would you consider yourself a fucking asshole?!
Me-...Not in so many words.
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(O.o) copy bunny into your signature to
(}O{) help him achieve world domination...
(_)(_) With his cookie...
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He sewed his eyes shut because he didn't want to see.
He demands total devotion from me.
He is the virus I taste and breathe.
His closed eyes are killing me.
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