LavanderLavender is the sky And I seem to find I wish I knew you more But I know enough To know I'll love you evermore Even though your gone for now I see we'll meet againLavander
They set you stiff and frowning but this isn't you I know how you smiled.
I could see you, could see around, people draped in lavender. Smiles, we remember smiles and those hateful undertakers Dare us to remember more than the frown they forced But you smiled.
I had tears mixed with memories of life and smiles I see you smiling sweetie, I see beauty in them Your life Hun.
Republic, DemocraticWhen you look into the world we see so much bleakness and beauty but pain oxymoron? Moron.Republic, Democratic
Order and Chaos are novel ideas there is no order and very little real chaos just concubines in our heads and in our beds
Shimmer in the moonlight like a broken metalic toy Facets in the ruby on look the twisted kingdom Where we shift and sit and ponder life without regard for outside source only pittyless insides
The crystal ball shows for me alone but I can't tell you and I can't change it only warn you if you can understand
The shakeBlasting through all I am Rattling even my thoughts to the point where i have to breath deep, deep breathes just to gain controlThe shake
Its not right.
it doesnt take much it would seem even now your like an allergic reaction like a skin rash the itch feels so good, but makes it so much worse
its exacerbated.
Breath. Deep, deep breaths now. Its better than it was before. A long time ago it seems now, but then I couldnt write
my hands would scribble everywhere i couldnt talk my throat shook
Im not holding my breath.
Ill write you this love songsee your face a simple goal Id spend my life to search the world To hold you in blessed lightIll write you this love song
and i just want you to see the light within your own dark I can help you find it only let me in
through this void i search and search and i always turn up empty my hands ache to feel you my ears ring for your voice
Let me find you, sweet maiden, And make pasionate love For all times end
The Muses V1Essay on comformity---------------------- "conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth"Essay on comformity
-JFK
Many students in this school would consider themselves "anti-comformists". They consider themselves to be such because they like so-called "punk" bands,dye there hair black,where a bunch of black and white and red clothes, to show just how anti-conformist they are.
BUT.....shouldn't anti-conformist dress DIFFERENT then each other instead of buying the same thing,at the same store,for the same reason?..and don't anti-comformists NOT just d
So...
Happy
<3
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
although, Jana didnt seem all that bad honestly, i think (had that been an actual situation) Ian could have been much softer on her.
im quite liking 203 as well =]
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I've grown as a writer since then, I hope
I'm glad you're liking 203! I should probably update that before my fans eat my face off
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"My hand thinks I'm an artist, but my heart knows i'm a poet." -Bright Eyes
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"I've been calling you the same thing for four years! Bastard!"
"By Birth and by Choice!"
-Upperclassman and my History teacher
"This is usually the part where people start screaming."
-Sylar
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Don't be upset when others talk crap about u.
See it like I do now.
I am constantly on their mind and have my very own personal Fan Club.
Not a problem, and thanks for the fav on mine!
I most deffiently loved it, i was planning on commenting, but everytime i finished a chapter i just wanted to go to the next one! it kinda gets out there, but hey if it wasnt it wouldnt have been as attention keeping as it is! I really love your style, there were a few times when there was a missing punctuation or missing quotation, and the spacing would sometimes get confusing, so you might want to get some one to profread it with you (sometimes when you do it yourself, you miss things another set of eyes would catch, its some phycological thing) all in all, I love you and your story =]
but chance, what do you think of mine?
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