Crayola CrayonsWe can all learn a lesson from Crayola crayons. Some are tall, some are short, some are dull, some are sharp, and some have funky names. But they all have to learn to live in the same box.Crayola Crayons
HeartlessI stepped out my of house into the cold winter air, the fresh scent of pine stung my nose. I walked down my driveway and onto the snow covered sidewalk, the only sound I could hear were the crackling sounds under my boots as I stepped on the frozen ice and snow. The walk was long and bitterly cold, I could see the sun sparkling off the mid-winter snow while it tried to break out of the clouds. My heart was pounding in my ears as I walked down the street toward the woods; I could see my breath fogging up the vision ahead of me, only moments later do I realized those were tears forming in my eyes.Heartless
As I walked into the entrance of
The Bellowing BoySix hours a day and five days a week, after school I find myself sitting near this overweight, annoying, and overly obnoxious kid who goes by the name of Brian. His common topics to talk, blurt, yell, or scream about consisted of politics, God, or Halo 3.The Bellowing Boy
With the passing of Christmas and New Year's, I thank god for asking my mom for the new iPod Nano. Now I don't have to hear that boob babble about politics or Halo all day long. It's like seriously, get a life! Or a girlfriend! Or topic that doesn't include America's screwed up government system or the awesome guns and battle scenes in the third Halo game.
BlindedThis light upon my shudders Reflects And blinds my eyes As I wake. Not unlike you, Don’t you agree? You appeared suddenly,Blinded
And all else seemed To emulate the light you shined My eyes were blinded by the light- And fluttered open in surprise. To follow in such a lights bright wake Would truly lead to my demise. My heart did flutter As I followed But what I didn’t know- Was that I had opened your eyes as well But you were subtle in your love I didn’t realize until later Just how much we adored each other. But f
SouvenierMy heart is broken, torn and scarred, cast aside and dusted off like a souvenier of all the good times that isn't really worth much.Souvenier
My heart is broken, torn and scarred, so go ahead, leave your mark.
It won't hurt.
Circle like FliesLost in my shrouded perception Absorbed by the darkness in my eyes Locked in the murmurs of obsession Every move questionably unwiseCircle like Flies
The myriad lies They circle like flies
Lost amongst an infinite black stain Murmurs obstructing my freeing No one can truthfully explain What became of my being
The myriad lies They circle like flies
Barricaded from the light Obscurity threatens to devour me whole Paralyzed by fright Murmurs feasting on my unwanted soul
The myriad lies They circle like flies
a new change of seasonplease notice mt cries before you have to morn, you must continue what you started when i was born, full of colour at the start, with a well maintained heart, when you were surrounded with wealth, i achieved high levels of health, you then experienced a financial pain, i was the first form of life to potray the strain, a drought ment less water, for me, you and your daughter, bright green became brown, however your smile could always be found, i need help not just a stare, i am alive, somehow you don't care, please notice mt cries before you have to morn, &nbsa new change of season
OMG! *faint*
Awestruck
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"I'm a writer because without it, I'm nothing." -draecana
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"I'm a writer because without it, I'm nothing." -draecana
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She don't run from the sun no more. She boxed her shadow, and she won.
--Anna Nalick
A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.
--- Jessamyn West
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"I'm a writer because without it, I'm nothing." -draecana
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She don't run from the sun no more. She boxed her shadow, and she won.
--Anna Nalick
A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.
--- Jessamyn West
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"I'm a writer because without it, I'm nothing." -draecana
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