

shorts in winterClassy ain’t my thing, And flowers that bloom at my point of view...shorts in winter
Don’t quite interest me.
The morning gleam hurts my eyes But I ain’t to fond of the dark either..
And the sheer thrill of a roller-coaster Doesn’t make me sick, nor happy,
And I can’t help but not feel like screaming My heart out. ‘Cause it’s not like I’m scared
Not that it’s fun enough to scream for..
I’m more of the person that Can’t figure how a yo-yo works


you are my stooli'm perched upon your shoulders in which i feel somewhat secure, a rope is loose around my neck but i think i will be fine.you are my stool
your legs wobble with tension i think i weigh too much, but for each trickle of sweat your clutch just tightens.
from here you are my stool which no one can kick away, though i'm teetering somewhat dangerously i feel on solid ground.
i used to feel so short, but 100% safe and now you have me at a height considered for me, a risk, and though while others might not think it i still feel 100% safe. &nbs


ghetto arizonaghetto arizona, i bid this out to you your days of sun inburnt upon our souls will be a story.ghetto arizona
this is how our life was like and it will be a story.
the sun would rise in the morning, and the first thing to hear
would be the birds, aside the kids routing at the frontier, the picket signs perched shoulder high, hosting well chosen words saying the kids should be with kids, instead of beside birds,
but mamas don't want rich kids mingling aimlessly like birds
mamas don't want poor kids stowing thoug


DisorderThis Is How It Starts A Beat That I Hear In My Heart And Soon The pace Picks up And words Are found As I Lose con- tact with The ground My head Is in The clouds Again as I walk Through the Crowds of Men and Women On their own Paths each one Headed home Wandering As it seems I stand out My daydreams Betray my Countenance You are seen Silent dance Everyone can See my feelings I cDisorder


LostNegative the connotation A feeling of alienation Apart from all that feels right Engulfed in darkness craving light Wildernesses sprawling Contradicting voices calling Hopes left far behind To accommodate the weight filling the mindLost
I see the word much differently Heart won’t allow negatives You may disagree completely
But read on See the begi
Sighisoara

LaughterThis is what I’m left withLaughter
The rhythm of The rain on The roof of The room
With these memories of you But these memories aren’t blue
Within every one I see You and me In those times we were laughing gleefully
Carefree I believe in the truth of irony We were closer than I’d ever hoped Before I thought of ‘we’
As for me, now I’m praying That I didn’t make you leave That the laugh I caused you last Won’t be the final one for me
Can you see? All I wanted was a smile on your face And the b
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"Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that aweful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down"
Bang bang--Nancy Sinatra
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NYUUUU~
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Send this rose to everyone you care about including me if you want. See how many times you get this, if you get a dozen you're loved
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So I say run, run, my sparkling light
Have your fun and then come home at night
I'm sure you'll tell me something new.
Yeah I can see the world through you.
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Why do you yearn to live, knowing all things must die? -Final Fantasy VI
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"Bang bang, he shot me down. Bang bang, I hit the ground. Bang bang, that aweful sound. Bang bang, my baby shot me down"
Bang bang--Nancy Sinatra
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~:I'm so sick of saying sorry, but I'll say it again for you:~
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...a great soul, with a great purpose, can make a weak body strong and keep it so.
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...a great soul, with a great purpose, can make a weak body strong and keep it so.
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