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The First SnowTwo passes of wiper blades, and ten hours of snow is reduced to a filament. The bulk is tossed aside with a chill cough, “Move over, memories; I’ve got something new.”The First Snow
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I can’t recall if the light was yellow, or white, but the flakes were fat, and her face, pale. She had been waiting; the snow on her shoulders was an hourglass. The look on her face was fear.
Reading her emotions was about as easy as dodging every flake that fell. Each frown was different, and she employed an limitless amount:
by ~sketch0r
Man_On_The_MoonThey call Carlos God. Now this isn’t for religious or political reasons, or really any reason at all. It is definitely not to piss him off. They just call Carlos God. Some say his parents were Asian, or Middle Eastern. Others say they were South African, or Oriental, or just White. But everyone knows they weren’t Hispanic. Carlos just smiles and says they liked the name. He doesn’t talk about his parents. He works outside, everyday, doing whatever odd-jobs need done. He’s a deeply tan man year-round. Carlos never says heMan_On_The_Moon
by ~sketch0r
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I'll Never Grow UpI dont want to grow up 'cause it'll mess everything up.I'll Never Grow Up
When you're a kid,
it was okay, no matter what you did.
You can believe in faeries and all kinds of magickal things;
you can say that you spend your days with dryads and kings.
The parents just laugh and laugh
'cause they stopped believing long before they could begin.
When you're a kid, it's okay to say that you're best friends with Tink and Pan.
and that you always go to Neverneverland.
It's alright to say that you play Hide and Seek with the Lost Boys
and that you never fail to win. &
by *MakeShiftSoul
Betrayed.-snap- Lying on the floor. Staring at the ceiling. I'm just thinking abotu today's events. I had fun. The things that happened, conversations that took place, taking pictures in an elevator- it was great. I was happy.Betrayed.-snap-
To myself, I laugh a little. Then stop. I just realized the meaning of something said...
"You're the living example of why she won't let her get the piercing. It leads to other wild stuff."
...wait. What?! Living example? Of what?
-Snap- I've stopped cutting. It's been almost two weeks. I'm quite proud. Now
by ~daisy-gurl
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- Interests: Love
- Favourite poet or writer: Tivius.
- Personal Quote: There's nothing more important than the girl.
- Email: grammemg@notes.udayton.edu
- AIM: Sketchification
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If someone thinks that love and peace are a cliche that died in the Sixties, that's his problem... Love and Peace are eternal.
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The definition of a poet: [link]
-(HOOKILLSILENTLY)-
I am Hook. But I am not silent.
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I would know you.
One might dwell on these words and stay in contempt...
Or...
... One can acknowledge those words and push them aside, not letting them interfere.
I, for one, hope you always choose the latter.
Just some food for thought~
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Dream forever
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I would know you.
*Whispers*
but I see you've been ghosting around my page.
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Dream forever
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