| My essay on me and life in general |


RealAs real as the ground I walk on As real as the clothes upon my back. As real as the hours, the minutes, the days- (Though of reality I've always had a lack.)Real
Some poetry was never meant for paper Some song was never made for dance. I walk the treaded slivered line That keeps between water and wine And know that life has dealt me but a chance.


a different kind of darknessa different kind of darknessa different kind of darkness
a poem
The Night! squawks the crow beyond the streetlamps all aglow The Night! The Night! he dives below feathers floating to and fro. down below
slipping past the moon she hides from sleep tiptoeing across the path she has hewn. invisible. the nighttide lapping at the shores of the mind's fair leaning moors i wonder what she ever knew of the small and very few who whisper in the night, who always must know the fright that morning brings anew.
a girl


2037But Mo-om, I despise school! I know, darling. I did too when I was your age. Lettie's mother turned from her notepad, smiling at her daughter. I hated it so much, I cut gym every Wednesday for two years. They never caught me. She frowned, more in concentration than anger. That's not an invitation for you to skip, now. Anyway, at least now there are classes for children- I'm not a child. Lettie muttered under her breath. -Children with gifted minds such as you. When I was a kid, I was lumped with all the nitwits, no matter that I had a g2037


All the Comic Book HerosUnfortunately- Life isn't all comic-books and laughter Sunny days spent swimming The rainy, huddled up together Unfortunately? Is it- I know that's what they say. Superheros Save the day yet again Will they ever fail? I don't mind the sun The rain The nightmares or the dreams Though the six Million minutes I wait Hold no purpose- Do they? I sit here still Reading the comic-books That they say would make a perfect life. Would they? I'm just fine For now. Today, Maybe not tomorrow Perhaps noAll the Comic Book Heros
| What? Just my newest stuff. |


WordsWords dance on a page As actors move on a stage To convey meaning and purpose and reason For those who tell a story Or dwell on memory And speak to us all Through language Through movement Through music Through artWords
Let rhymes come out to play Only where they will When they may This is beyond poetry These are beyond words


Dark SnowThe fear grips me now Icy fingers drag me down The seeds of doubt are sown My heart emits a groanDark Snow
Is it a coincidence Was it an accident Or is it just me Why did you leave?
Where did you go To leave your friend so Cold and empty
Sad and lonely
Please forgive me


DreamingAnother day's gone byDreaming
And I'm still waiting for that For pink shapes of it When will I fall asleep?
Every night is the time when I
Enjoy this life so much There's wonderland in front of my eyes But when I wake up I realize that Everything's a mess
There's no smile or laugh No white, no right no ight I'm waiting for those stories To finally come true
Seems like I'm waiting forever ev'ry day another hope gets lost
when will I fall asleep?
Every night is the time when I
Enjoy this life so much There's
| Stuff I like... |
| I enjoy writing poetry that is so insanely strange even I don't know what it means. My mother say's I'm brilliant, and I'm not about to argue! I love to read and am extremely bored with school. I have a huge family, so give me a few million years to count everyone. Most of my family has ADD or depression, and I'm lucky enough to not have been diagnosed with either yet. I have many friends but identify with very few, and if I moved there is only three people that I would regret leaving behind. I have an apparently strange sence of humor, importance, and what is enjoyable. This doesn't concern me very much, and I don't mind being lonely. I have come to the conclusions in life that genius, fulfillment and happiness are all relative, and interpretation is everything. |
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Fred and George are icons to pranksters everywhere. As well as to fangirls~
Bow before foamy or face the squirrly wrath!!
Eddsworld chats=wonderland (sadly im alice TT.TT)
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Fred and George are icons to pranksters everywhere. As well as to fangirls~
Bow before foamy or face the squirrly wrath!!
Eddsworld chats=wonderland (sadly im alice TT.TT)
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"Every dream has a happy ending- at least, that's what they've told me."
"What happens if you wake up first?"
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Fred and George are icons to pranksters everywhere. As well as to fangirls~
Bow before foamy or face the squirrly wrath!!
Eddsworld chats=wonderland (sadly im alice TT.TT)
--
"Every dream has a happy ending- at least, that's what they've told me."
"What happens if you wake up first?"
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Avatar made on:
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Fred and George are icons to pranksters everywhere. As well as to fangirls~
Bow before foamy or face the squirrly wrath!!
Eddsworld chats=wonderland (sadly im alice TT.TT)
--
"Every dream has a happy ending- at least, that's what they've told me."
"What happens if you wake up first?"
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Avatar made on:
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