| My newest piece of Literature, a poem... Just a poem, you know how poetry is! |
| My newest piece of Literature, a poem... Just a poem, you know how poetry is! |


8th Grade is and Was a Jungle 8th Grade is and was a jungle8th Grade is and Was a Jungle
Its almost like you can never be yourself. The only thing that really matters in dominating the social latter. To me, and half of my friends (Taylor H., Karla, Becca, and Jamie) we believe that the social latter is nothing more than
Dreamdance

And I Long to Hear Your VoiceRunning Life in the last lane A sweet, sweet memory And the race has been run But I have not finishedAnd I Long to Hear Your Voice
Along the way Somewhere I stumbled Over branches of turmoil And lost myself
The pain has become unbearable Not to have passed My conscience has yours Not a day since a fortnight Have our two minds met in communication
And I worry
Thine friends My friends Our friends None of us know by what cause this has become And I long to hear your voice
And real, physical pain Is bearable if


No Longer More Than a FriendDear Someone, I realized this morning that my love for you has died. Yes, I still love you, but no more than my other friends. I know you never knew that I loved you in the first place, but I just wanted you to know- I love you no longer. I used to only look at the bright side, the side I wanted to see. The other side is much bleaker, so much darker, like a prison convict's mind. Your personality is so much more thanNo Longer More Than a Friend


SilenceThe silence of your voice The hurt it brings to me All those others do not But from silence I do fleeSilence
Forever hearing you Would not be so bad If only it would continue Forever your love I would have had
Generations may pass But that silence won't harm If anything but silence were heard It would cause alarm
Come to me, my lady As we ride off into the sun Forever that silence would not exist And oh what fun


Forever MineBeyond space, to the edge of time Have not you forever been mine Now within my grasp Folded in my heart with a secret clasp Shall I not hide you from jealousy While I gaze at you, though not lustfully Love is too weak a word For my feelings to be heard Longing and want are no longer Even though sometimes the mood may seem somber Deep inside of me Lies a heart none will see Unless like you they achieve Even though I wear my heart on my sleeve Love forever more Through the Halls of Common where life is sore Toil a thousand years in Hell If I maForever Mine
| Hello peoplez that are wierd enough to look at my profile. Haha, wierdo. Well, anywayz, my name is (undisclosed information that would destroy the world if revealed). I am a writer (I like photography, just don't have my camera with me whenever I want to take a picture) and I mostly write stories, but here recently I have gotten into poetry. I would like to thank the academy (or my friend Abbey) for getting me involved with DA. I LIKE FRENCH TOAST!!! Some things about me - 1)I am an a-average student, with 4.0 GPA and am in the 8th grade. 2)I love music, I usually will pick at my guitar for thirty minutes to 2 hours every day. I like most genres of music, including but not limited to rock, country, jazz, blues, R&B, and CHRISTIAN. 3) I love sports (mostly football and racing [hey, don't blame me for being a redneck], but I also like baseball, basketball (college, not NBA), golf, and a little bit of hockey now and then doesn't hurt. 4) I love lierature in all its forms. I do lean towards fictional Fantasy and some Military books, however. In poetry, I like everything (Not mature, that is). This me and my work so I hope you will take time to read and hopefully enjoy. |
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What do I do with my free time?
I sit in a booth at the Steakhouse and sing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls
Yes, you can be jealous!
jkjk. much love! how old are you now? 14?
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You dun like me hat?
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
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Ember, Mangles, and Lunar forever.
Nun: "Sister Augustine believes in things that aren't real."
Dr. House: "I thought that was a job requirement for you people."
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Stop, drop and roll doesn't work in Hell!
Me icon was made by me friend, Bittersweetfealty.
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