Anger is powerI've got a hit list and honey, youre first in line
Many ThanksThe last day of school had come I had to do what had to be doneMany Thanks
as I approached my dearest friend fearing this would be the end "Henri," I began to say but suddenly he leaped away his car had arrived and left me deprived
to express my feelings my mind started reeling I had to write something down somewhere my voice could sound then my friend Lauren suggested I start posting my poems on Deviantart so I did what she told with a heart ice cold afraid nobody would like it but then I had to admit that she was right
and my fright &nb
Reflection IIAs I stare into the shards of the Mirror, I see the broken pieces of my Soul...Reflection II
Did I make a mistake, making that Mirror break I feel cold Regret sweeping over me could it be that she was merely telling me what she saw painting a picture i could never draw the things she told me i already knew i just refused to see the truth it was stored in the back of my mind it just took a little time for me to relize i could never acheive the dreams with him i so belived but how could the Reflection have known the privite thoughts that were my own of cou
AngelHe found her sitting on a park bench in the middle of winter, shortly after the Christmas Festivial, simply watching the frozen water. She's beautiful, he relises it, dispite how her skin seemed to turn slightly pale each moment she was outside in the cold.Angel
Every day after Christmas he would come earlier and leave later. And every day he would notice she would be there before he came and she would be there until he left.
She never spoke a single word, her lips never seemed to move, he noticed, and her lips were always abit blue. Sadly she never wore a jacket thicker then a wind breaker, and though he knew she must be
For My loveTo my dearest,For My love
My darling, I miss you so much. The days seem much longer when you are so far away. It's as though you are the summer sun, you bring light and warmth to my heart, but you've been blocked by distance. Just the thought of running my hands over your smooth body, heats my passion to no limit, the degrees too numerous to count.
You are my winter moon, your soft glow sweet and angelic. You give me peace and compassion for the world. I want you so terribly, I cannot even express how i feel. I would like you to be in
Love Will Be My Endyour voice is shakey could this be it could this really be the end of all that was to be, or perhaps, never to be. i stare into your eyes watching the smile on ur face you take your eyes off the road look at me, steal one last kiss tell me you love me as i cry the insanity i see inside your eyes crawling inside me feelings of insecurity is it going to end this way are you going to take your life and steal my own you dont love me or is this love the love i lived for was now going to kill me i take a deep breath &nLove Will Be My End
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im standing in coal in hundreds degree:.:.:.:.:.:
do me a favor when u open ur mouth and shoot me
How r u? What's going on? Still alive? Everything ok?
Just here to give a hug...
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Warriors walk alone
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"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--forever." ~Mr O'Brian 1984 by George Orwell
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"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--forever." ~Mr O'Brian 1984 by George Orwell
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(98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature)
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stop running from your own fear, you should turn round and take it,
stop hiding from the insults,
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I meep @j00
thanks for the watch!
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(98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature)
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stop running from your own fear, you should turn round and take it,
stop hiding from the insults,
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"If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--forever." ~Mr O'Brian 1984 by George Orwell
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*My lips may promise,
but my heart is a whore.*
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