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Here's a morning story Of two worlds in which I live One I share with you guys And the other with a div Pulled into the car park Thought I'd share the news Maybe it'd be pleasant To get a workmates...
Sorry, I am not as present as usual anymore. Sorry, I am not paying as much attention no more. You see, I'm occupied these days. You know, I'm falling in love these days.
I let out a sigh. "Finally here," I muttered, setting down my bag. "Let's hope that the others are here too." The studio that we were all meant to be wasn't particularly grand, to be honest.
When I'm trying to escape my reality. I sit myself beneath the Opussian Tree. There I'll stay and take it all in. I am pure there, stripped of sin. Never did you see such a beautiful place.
I shivered as a tingle ran down my spine, turned facing the direction in which he was walking, my eyes followed him until he walked round the corner at the end of the corridor and I could see him no...
( fantasy ) That's the book I read, it's called, if you don't like to swear, don't read this.
"we'll accept you for whoever you are" I'm here but I'm not barely there Christmas Eve dinner with the family I have to cover my arms cuts cover it 45 sharp cuts 5 small scratches I have to take my...
#Xmasparody. #xmasheinz. Santa Baby. Just slip a hand under my skirt. For me. I've been an awful naughty girl. Santa baby. So don't hurry your your lovin' tonight. Santa honey. A 12 inch rabbit too.
I sat on the unevenly carved, stone bench and picked at the loose rubble. It was the darkest, deepest black I had ever seen. It reminded me of the empty feeling I had inside of me.
Crystal rain, pouring down I'm walking down the street, and without a sound Scream to Heaven's heights Not a cloud in sight Always gonna hope, always gonna need Always gonna want, it's true...
I blinked, staring at the ceiling, and everything that had happened last night flooded into my head. "Shit," I muttered in audibly to myself, scrambling out of bed and picking up my clothes.
Incandescent moonlight streamed through the floor to ceiling glass windows; the rays of luminescence shone through the crystals on the chandelier, reflecting colourful fractal patterns over the walls.
I noticed that there were some people on Opuss who were really sad and I hate to see people unhappy so I decided to write this.
I watched her take you, Skin ice cold, eyes blue, Wrists captured, Soul enraptured, It was my fault, Made you a victim of her assault, I led the monster here, So she could steal your air, I didn't...
Words given by @naaviie Dear John, The MIRROR reflects a face of emptiness It tells of a life that as passed, like DRIFTWOOD having no real sense of purpose, discarded with such carelessness.
It was midnight in Opussia, But a kitten could not sleep. She tossed and turned within her bed, Even counted sheep...
Chapter Eleven. After we had both calmed down from our mad panic we sat down in the kitchen and plunged into deep thought. What do we do now. Break out. Ruin the house.
#sundayrepost (I've also edited it a bit) He was brought up in care Where a head start is rare His self worth was smashed Always did things for cash He was caught up in a lifestyle Making most want...
Obscured in the shadow of an old pine tree, Light splits the needles, through a window I see. He walks through the kitchen making his usual rounds, The chatter, despicable laughter, is all that...
Jamie's room looked exactly the same as it always did the night of the Mass. Everything was organized, just as she liked it. Everything was there but her. I sat on her bed. It still smelled like her.
"WE'RE ALL DOOMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Nah I'm just kidding we're going to be fine,except that one crazy guy over there." "Here is some advice for my future boyfriend, whoever he may be.
This poem was partially inspired by a book I read about 5 years ago called "The Book Thief". Written by Marcus Zusak, Death is a narrator.
Here I am, once again, Just like all those times before, Wondering how I got here, Holding onto you once more.
Inspired by Kim's 'Time Of Our Lives?' We all want a little heart, A happy end, a happy start. With time to think and time to grow, And time to work out what we know.