Heh.
I have this feeling like I'm going to delete all of my work off of the internet and try to get a book published.
I maybe...a poetry book or a story.
I'm not quite sure.


He Played Our SongTheres an inability to stop this reactionary attraction to your imaginative soul. So many realistic, artistic memories encompass my heart and lock it up. Perhaps, some day there will be an escape from this /one love/ distraction.He Played Our Song


You Got Away With WordsPersonification; I gave life to someone without a heart Metaphor; I used to say you were my little fallen star Simile; You were /like/ an angel, well..., when it suited you Cliché; Well be together forever. You stated. You said, Ill never leave you Poetic; The violets are black and the roses bleed at the sight of your eyes Repetition; I recall the lost calls whenever I called and recalled you at night Rhyme; Do you remember the time back in 89, when we drank red wine under the stars without love on our mindsYou Got Away With Words
I do. Just memories now. An


Imminent: PrologueThe sun rendered morning skylights of inflamed, red roses, gentle, pink tulips, and ripe oranges. It was a captivating sight to see, this dawn. The wind, flowing lightly, blew autumn leaves across the ground, spinning and spiraling an establishment of forgiving delight. The morning was calm, the sky, illuminated and genuineImminent: Prologue
Sitting on a picnic bench, writing in a notebook, sat a disgruntled teenage girl. Her hair was the color of dispiriting darkness and dropped slightly past her shoulders, layered spontaneously. Her eyes were the color of a midnight sky, an oceanic abyss, dark, enchanting blue. An attire of great mystery, aligne
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Will make art for food.
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If I Only Had The Heart
I had a dream last night.
Where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved.
I began to hate.
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If I Only Had The Heart
I had a dream last night.
Where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved.
I began to hate.
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I'm Like A Needle To The Vein
||Roses are #FF0000, Violets are #0000FF, All of my base, Are belong to you
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If I Only Had The Heart
I had a dream last night.
Where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved.
I began to hate.
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toast is a verb and a noun.
i really appreciate it =3
mwah. lol.
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If I Only Had The Heart
I had a dream last night.
Where I woke up too late.
And everything I loved.
I began to hate.
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