Um... I have the framework for a new poem. That's about it. Doubt I'll get anywhere with it. And.... um... that's it. o.o
M'kay. Bye.


AgoraphobiaThink we can do it On our own?Agoraphobia
Variation of flight, Color on high, Save a prayer For the futures control.
The deserted divide, The noble get by. Impossible for the few Who cant make a move.
Wrapped in chains of gold And silver latches; Signs of resentment Foreshadow plentiful demise.
Hastening speed, speeding to haste, Bravery parading through blackened streets. Embrace the fear, the mysteries of tomorrow, And let the crescent moon take you away.


EpiphanyMust love always begin with a light? How about twilight or darkness? Can hate change? Can love change? Can I? Everyday, I sit atop this world, my world, looking down upon all. No one dares to look up, though. No one cares to look up. And I wait everyday, hoping that she will come again, and cast a glance upon me. However, as she walks by, she stares not in content, but in scorn. Im not worthy. Ill never be, at least not with the way I am.Epiphany
But what am I to become, stuck in my own little world? Man cannot take too much reality, however, he must take more than none. And whi


Time.Time is funny. Not a funny "haha", mind you. But, it is a funny "I hate you".Time.
Time works for no man, woman, or child. Time hates everyone. Period.
When you need to go back and fix something, time always speeds up everything around you.
When you're waiting for something in the future, it seems to crawl at a pace so painfully slow you can die.
And when time is perfectly the way you want it, you have déjà vu.
When you are a baby or infant, you have more time than you need.
As a child you have all the time in the world and can't wai
Neverending way
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and her laugh always sounds like the clatter of shaken dice,
of the rotation of roulettes and a life on the line.
Thanks. :]
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~Good Day~
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and her laugh always sounds like the clatter of shaken dice,
of the rotation of roulettes and a life on the line.
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imagreekfreak AND a heores freak!
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and her laugh always sounds like the clatter of shaken dice,
of the rotation of roulettes and a life on the line.
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sur vivre jasmyn?
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*insert randomness here*
When life gives you lemons, make grapejuice. then, sit back and let the world marvel at how you did it
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~Good Day~
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imagreekfreak AND a heores freak!
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