song I waited all day to hear.one little wave in a roaring ocean laps at me on the burning shore and it's so cold and it's so cold and it's so cold and I want MOREsong I waited all day to hear.
swept off a tide of rushing water blood and sweat and tears and then it's all those things I wish I'd said the I love you please believe me I'm so sorry let's be happy filed under "bullshit" in the back of my head and instead I have that perfect bliss of what's been building since my adolescence
and it's so cold and it's so cold and it's so cold and I want more
Friends are like magnets.I heard people like us were supposed to get along stuck in the same boat the same boatloads of homework the same burning sun on our backs twin scars from the master's whip. But like repelling magnetic fields, we clash and divide. Clash and divide. Clash and divide. ....Divide.Friends are like magnets.
Emerald City Has A Rock Bandfollow the yellowbrickroad gated to herd the black-clad munchkins studded, pierced and giddy because the Wizard weilds strings, drums, keys instruments of enchantment witty words hearts harmonious brave, bold beats there's no place like the mosh pit there's no place like the mosh pit there's no place like the mosh pit maybe the Wizard will reach inside his bag of tricks rummage for a rhythm maybe the Wizard will reach inside his bag of tricks and find something for us there's no place like the mosh pitEmerald City Has A Rock Band
CryogenicAlone I was, at cluttered desk, amidst a sea of words. When knocking came from on my left, I think that's what I heard. I dropped my pen and drifted near pressed ear to door and paused. And sure enough then I did hear faint taps as if from claws.Cryogenic
And swish! Wide open flew the door, as if a dam had burst! I anchored myself to the floor, and stood to face my curse.
My visitor was dressed in black, devoid of any life. His fists were white, for skin they lacked, and in them held a scythe. He spoke with words as cold as ice &nbs
Nothing really matters.. tooooo meeeee.....
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Data: "Throughout the ages, from Keats to Jorkemo, poets have composed odes to individuals who have had a profound effect upon their lives. In keeping with that tradition, I have written my next poem in honour of my cat."
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"O you will take whatever's offered / And dream that all the world's a friend, / Suffer as your mother suffered, / Be as broken in the end. / But I am old and you are young, / And I speak a barbarous tongue." William Butler Yeats, Two Years Later
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~scorsagra Love
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'There are three types of people in the world; those who can count and those who can't'
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$2 sketches $5 color
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My fanfiction account: [link]
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Also, you're probably your worst critic. Post some poetry if you like to write. I'd love to read some. ;D
Finally, what I should've said first: I'm Julia. Nice to meet you.
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I like Nine. Nine is green. Green is Nine. Nine's a...bean?--- Ok. So I'm only an amateur poet. What?
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat.--My Chemical Romance
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