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I'm moving the good stuff over to that one.
Writing PromptI think that my academic stride has gone downhill since sixth grade, and I'm not really sure as to why. I guess it might just be because of the increase in the difficulty in the work, or maybe it's my lack of sleep, or it could be that I'm just not as driven as I used to be, and I don't like that feeling. I only slack off in one class, and I do poorly in another one too, but that's the one class where I do every single assignment and try my hardest, but apparently my hardest is never hard enough. My grades are going back up now that I'm giving myself more of a push, which I figure is a good thing because I don't enjoy knowing that I couldWriting Prompt
InnocenceWe're all oblivious.Innocence
We act as if life is over, as if we can see the future and have already lived everything, everyone, and everywhere.
We all think that we're done for, and there's nothing left to care about.
But we're wrong.
We're all so digustingly wrong, in saying these things we say. We speak as if we've stepped into tomorrow and locked up the rest of today.
But we haven't. We think we have, but we haven't.
We say we've danced away all our summers and laughed away yesterday. We say we've had as many snowball fights as we ever can We say
A Cool Summer Breeze.There she was, on a mid-summer evening, sitting upon the blanket of sand that covered the rocky beachfront. She watched the waves roll in and out, sparkling faintly beneath the dim starlight. The moon was only half-risen above the horizon and it's half-circle shape glowed a deep orange against the wide ocean. Her midnight hair whipped in the wind, masking her demure silhouette with something wilder, freer than her still figure watching the endless tide. Nearly entranced appeared she. When I approached and tapped her on the shoulder, she did not even turn her head, but smiled gently, into the cool summer breeze. &A Cool Summer Breeze.
Name On The WindowI'll write your name on the window And cover it with hearts For all this time, I feel We've never been apart.Name On The Window
I'll write your name on the window And cover it with rhymes For it shows this true love That was healed over time.
I'll write your name on the window And surround it with fears The fears of our relationship Spread over the years.
I'll write your name on the window And seal it with a kiss And remember your name And the memories I'll miss.
Cloak of ShadowsCloak of ShadowsCloak of Shadows
Let me cloak myself in shadows, so no-one can see, how it all affects me. Let the darkness be my shield, from all those prying eyes, let it hide my face, my eyes, so none can see the tears, that flow freely down my face. Let it forever wrap itself around me, so no-one can see my pain, my cuts, my blood, my scars. Let me cloak myself in shadows, to hide me from the world. Let me stay in the shadows, unnoticed, so i can live a life in peace. Let me cloak myself in shadows, forever hiding, fr
gutter oilA sad little statue all covered in dust in a room that's a life in colors like rust The shadows make such pretty designs on the wall that as the sun sinks start to slither and crawl like vines from the corners come, hugging me tight is the quilt that you promised me for every night And the lovely lunesta induced slumber on wings brings to life all these magical chemical thingsgutter oil
As my eyes dart back and forth i reach toward the sky where on wings like gutter oil, salamanders fly And on my face, purple beads and a smile and you are not here through all of this while b
u didn't tell me i dont watch you
i thought i did
remeber, your supposed to remind the little ADD, distracted, rockstar girl where and what and when shes suposed to do things.
because she can't remeber on her own
CORY WAS HERE.
yup yup i forgot....i memorized your scedule for you in 6th grade....haha. yes i am supposed to know everything for cory
whoopsies
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Slashes aimed across the wrist,
Important veins that you missed,
Pain to hurt, and hurt to feel,
Let it flow, then let it heal.
--Myself
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Slashes aimed across the wrist,
Important veins that you missed,
Pain to hurt, and hurt to feel,
Let it flow, then let it heal.
--Myself
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Slashes aimed across the wrist,
Important veins that you missed,
Pain to hurt, and hurt to feel,
Let it flow, then let it heal.
--Myself
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Slashes aimed across the wrist,
Important veins that you missed,
Pain to hurt, and hurt to feel,
Let it flow, then let it heal.
--Myself
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Everything is more Beautiful because we're Doomed.
Keep up the great work!
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I'll cuss all I want..... dammit.
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