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You get what you expect, why does this disappoint you. You convinced yourself it was a band-aid situation and it will only hurt for a little while.
One mistake I have made in the past is overlooking the importance of friendship. When I had my first boyfriend at sixteenth, I was too amused and everything about him was simply stunning.
I'm drowning into a sea of consistency. I used to struggle to avoid a normal typical life. I would always try to stand out, be unique and as different as possible.
I saw a fairly recent photo of me today and was quickly reminded of why I avoid being photographed like the plague. I’m huge.
Our scars are what define us, The ones we gather on the way, We can either show them Or hide them all away.
Woody and I went shopping today, buying stuff for our holiday.
Anger consumes us all in one way or another, Some are totally engulfed by it, Some treat it as an unwelcome brother; It can spur us on, Give us a encouraging kick, It can also get us into fights...
Nothing ever makes you smile. I'm calling out to you now. Laugh and sing for a while. As if you don't even know how. You can shout, scream and live in misery. There's no point being halfway depressed.
Your day became my night, My world is inside out, I'd give you a call just right now, But you'd be pissed off this nighttime.
From the moment that we are born, we have lost something, we are losing something so fast that it is out of our control.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.
Ok I wanted to write a blog but everytime I start to write one it turns into a poem. Just can't help myself.
If I were raised in that way Would I too be fascist. If I was brought up to believe in x power Would I beat up a couple of Asian supporters. If I was a coward Would I stand by and watch.
Sorry folks but because Of my mental boarders I can't end the day on An uneven number. I've got mild OCD (or rather CDO If they're in the right order.
I'm not quite sure, What do say. What shall I Post today. Maybe a poem, But what about. Ah this heat, Is making me pout. The heat has stripped, My motivation Little miss Curious' Inspiration.
A cautionary tale to start the day Regarding the honour that's come my way I make words rhyme but so do others Opussia's poetical sisters and brothers And the writers, who make stories strong Some...
By nature I am a fiction writer, so if you're reading this, you may be wondering precisely why I have written this. Well, I need to introduce myself. I need to show what it is that makes me who I am.
Pain Joy Hurt Love Isn't it funny; Different emotions; Make me feel like a dummy. I'm tired. For too long I've waited. I've tried. For too long you ignored. The memories we share..
I often wonder how it would be, If I was born a great oak tree, Stood tall and proud all on my own, Once just a seed nature had sown. Witness to all manner of things.
I make something I'm proud of, but someone makes one better. I mentally console myself and write myself this letter: Dear me, Don't cry if you have been bested.
Did you ever take the time. To watch the sunrise in the morning. Or watch it as it goes to bed at night. Have you ever sat and wondered. As the fluffy clouds drift by. Or watched the lightening.
Sit down and relax. Let my mind state drift. To a place that's much less taxed. To a place thats full of bliss. Where I can reminisce. Under suns eclipse. Of many precious gifts.
I'm dressed up to the nines. Ready for a great night. Peep toe sandals. A floaty dress in white. I had a Martini. With lots of ice. It gives me that feeling. All warm, fuzzy...nice. I listen to tunes.
I'm clean But I'm not Pure. You're nice But you must have something to hide. I'm and 'early bird' who loves to catch the worm But this 'bird' loves to sleep.