| one of my faves (: |


Flight by Night,Night by NightAs breath grows slow And eyes do droop The moon trudges on Through a sky once blue I lie awake But not quite there,Flight by Night,Night by Night
I fall I fall Through midnight air Catches me Does the nymph of night To be my guide My night-time flight And breath does speed As eyes do grow Upon the back Of this graceful doe We fly We fly High above I hold on tight To this wing'ed dove Rising still, T'ward the moon Dark yields the fairies Who will join us soon Pixies cling To my silken gown I wear on our quest Whe


We have been FooledCome, we'll drink cloudsWe have been Fooled
And tell fables of love Question the stars
Who shed Light just above
Speak of the truth That lay under our steps Talk of the seed Buried beneath deepest depths
Sink down in water Down deep, down below Down deeper, down under Down where mirrors don't know
Sing songs sung in silence Fly freely like doves
Now, do you remember What it is to be loved?


Blame Not the PassionA hope to bring light Deeply felt through the passion Rising again as it were the moon Set among stars in a jealous silk sky Somehow we find ourselves Hidden under trees and great mountains And our voices cought in the winds Still the thorns hear our cry Resting on heavy rocks Just by the moonlit meadow A venture found rare A crunch of leaves scarce Could not the light breakBlame Not the Passion
Through the trees above? We have built sheilds To block out the silver rays What have we done? We deserve this dark place.


Let Me Back OnIn my contentment I can find no words to write There is no season No births, nor deaths No emotions No need for rest A silent cry Does not exist No hardened hearts Nor tight, clenched fists The battles inside Sound no more Could this be what I was looking for?Let Me Back On


Land of the Foolish: paradiseThe ParadiseLand of the Foolish: paradise
A paradise so fragile,
it is beyond the comparison
of a winter flower.
So elusive this sanctuary is
that it only exists in the day-and-night dreams of the wish-weavers.
It is only those who paint with the water of the heavens,
those who write with the ink of the earth,
and those who dance like the fires of hell
that will inherit such a sublime kingdom.


PainThe clock turns back, The roses turn black.Pain
The sky cries blue, Your heart never grew.
You're surrounded by people, Yet you feel all alone, This Pain inside you, Is all too known.
The wind rustles slow, The streetlights glow.
This city of despair, So dead and bare, You can't stop to stare, Because nobody's there.
Rain drops onto the walk, Hope slips down the drain, What once washed your worries, Can't remove all the Pain.


InsidePassion, fear, light, darkness, sharp, blurry, good, evil, dead, alive, up, down, love, hate, right, wrong, ...Inside
Your mind lingers over these thoughts, but ... do they have any meaning? What are they? Nothing. Then why do you think about them? Because you have to make choices. Choices ... they make you who you are.
You fear the results, because you're not sure, because you think you're not good enough. You shrink yourself in that little room, and the walls are closing every minute you make a choice. You're not sure whether your decision is right,


I'm_Sorry_You_CaredStarring at the blank page, Trying to think what they should see, Little bits of tear drops, Falling all over me.I'm_Sorry_You_Cared
Keeping the liquid on the floor, As my soul turns away from my core, Leaving my body to soar, What will they think of me forever more?
Hoping for the truth to come, As they see my body lay, Hoping that you would be there, Seeing you as you stayed.
My blanch face on the cushion, My body huntingly dead, The little satin pillows, On my once delighted head.
I can feel no pain, No remorse at all, &nbs
By the way...can you tell Brody to leave me alone? Please?
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and i will be sure to tell him....and then beat him up for u (:
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"A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave." -Oscar Wilde
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"find someone who loves you for exactly who you are,
good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome..
the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. that's the kind of person worth staying with. "
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"A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave." -Oscar Wilde
im in the mountains with nicolle right now...we've been camping for about a week and a half and we still have a few days to go xD
its BEAUTIFUL up here (we're in Bishop) and we're gunna ride horsies today!!! hbu?? wutcha been up to ledy?
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"A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave." -Oscar Wilde
Its Kaito/Kim from AX! > u<
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"A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave." -Oscar Wilde
We told our Rin about what happened to you at the danceee~
We all squeeeleddd~
You will forever be cute lucky Teto! x3
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