Every Beat Has A Purpose
Put your hand over your heart. Feal rhythm and the beat. Each time you feel that pound. A living soul falls to the ground. Heart no longer thumping making their sound.
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Put your hand over your heart. Feal rhythm and the beat. Each time you feel that pound. A living soul falls to the ground. Heart no longer thumping making their sound.
M ainly. E xtinct. There is only one of me. Only one person of the sort you see. One person with my exact blue eyes. My barrior holding back the lies. The only one with my same brown hair.
The frosty cold winds blows and freezes my face. The nice fluffy white snow layed softly like lace. Frozen brittle branches covered in snow gentle and light.
Sometimes you have to cry so you have the strength to smile. Sometimes you have to go through pain before you can understand why. Sometimes you have to deal with the bad, in order to see the good.
Death, It is something that we are faced with everyday. Whether it be the death of another human or the death of an innocent flower. It is something that we are all familiar with.
(this was originally published on my other account but i wanted to share its meaning to me) The hole fell far beneath them as they stood staring down it. Straggly roots sprouted from its sides.
I used to look at that poster and imagine what it would be like to actually be there because I thought I'd never ever get to go. The closest I got was to close my eyes and just imagine.
The hole fell far beneath them as they stood staring down it. Straggly roots sprouted from its sides. Thorns in the way but they could see the prise a faint light dim glow at it's end.
Mist blew past my bedroom window.The sky was covered in doom. All hope was lost. The gloomy marshes across the road bubbled as if a witches potion. The sky crackled, and opened with flooding rain.
Leave a comment if you have read the whole twilight series :).
10 likes I'll promise to finish life on a light 20 likes and I'll write great poem 30 and I'll post at least 20 Opusses a day 40 and I'll dedicate my life to Opuss!.
My teacher calls me sweetie cakes. My classmates think it's funny to hear her call me angel face or pookie bear or honey. She calls me precious baby doll.
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. (Romans 8:18 KJV).
LAWL. My mum heard opuss go off and it went meow. And mum went -- what the... Patch, when did you get in here. And I was like Rofl.
I don't mind being alone. I feel fine inside. I'll probably just read harry potter or watch tv, I'll find something to do. But leave me and ditch me for someone else and I'm not a happy girl.
I taught my cat to clean my room, to use a bucket, brush and broom, to dust my books and picture frames, and pick up all my toys and games.
Opuss... I think you're a insomniac. It would appear to me you're most active at night. True to your cat roots... And we, your little mice play things.
Even though I am so young I already know, I want to have kids, how nice it would be to share story's and even naming them (Luna for a girl Ovbz!) and reading them Harry potter before bed.
Isn't it funny how 1 tiny thing can change your day. Like I was walking down the street thinking ...gosh, life's kinda boring right now, I do the exact same thing every week.
Hey guys, Heres chapter 17 Chapter 17 Mum When I woke up, I found Lucas gone. I got up and walked into the living room, he was sat on one of the couches watching Jeremy Kyle.
If you are watching Corrie, you'll know what I'm on about. Lloyds back!.
Any of you iPhone 4S's users, what is Siri like?.
Is it my imagination Or have I finally found something worth living for.
Those who watch AdamZoneTopMarks on YouTube should know what this means. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE E E E EEEEEEEEEEE E E E EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.