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Day from hellPitter patter  Women natter  Kettle’s boiling dry.  Time is always rushing past  Now baby’s gonna cry.   
Diary lost  And where’s the phone  Lost it once again.  To hell with that, I’ll chill outside  Too late, it’s gonna rain.   
Time to eat  So fry an egg  Or maybe chew a snack.  Spoon’s stuck in the porridge  I watch my omelette crack.   
Dog ate my mail  Sinks all blocked up  Car has got a flat.  Naked when the doorbell rings  Put on big floppy hat.   
Now it’s dusk  The lights hav Day from hell
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Go go go slowLet's kiss the stars  
Let's get drunk on beauty  
Let's stretch our arms up and let our hearts explode  
Let's never stop running  
Let's smile at strangers  
Let's stand on tippy-toes  
Let's cry for no reason  
Let's exhaust ourselves on imagination  
Let's never grow up  Let's be free  
Let's fall in love  
Let's live.  
 
Let us keep walking down the road, and never ever look back. Go go go slow
in Prose
I had a FishI had a fish   
Staring down at the undead eyes  feeling lazy within.  I put the plant in his jar,    How happy was he I dont know...  Wake up the next day,  
tap tap tap  Roots cought in the night  And took my fish away. I had a Fish
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II. Man-O-War     The wind rushing past Claz’s face was a welcome feeling after the stagnant, putrid atmosphere of that port. Fresh sea air filled his lungs now and he was certainly grateful for it. Sitting in the crow’s nest, Claz had plenty of time to service his triple barrelled rifle. The gun was one of a kind, specifically tailored for Claz’s grip. Its butt sat snugly against his shoulder with the grip and trigger perfect for his hands. The extra long barrels assured greater accuracy and being three of them it meant he had to reload less often. That and it looked bloody great.      &nbs II. Man-O-War
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Szlochszloch to nic innego  jak grzechoczące w pustce człowieka  niegdysiejsze uśmiechy  spękane smutkiem  
na dziesiątki szczątków Szloch
in Poetry
LettersThey were meant to be  Grew up together and they fell in love  At the beggining of thier senior year he decided as soon as he had his diploma he was going to sign up  He wanted to serve his country  She understood  They made a promise to stay together through it.  He wrote letters everyday, even though they were a week behind  She was thrilled everytime she got one.  One day she was visiting his parents and there was a knock at the door  She and his mother answered the door.  "i'm very sorry" said the man in the uniform as he handed over dogtags and a telegram  She feels as if shes breaki Letters
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My Funny ValentineThe sensation of the mattress shifting beneath her pulled her from sleep, bubblegum eyes fluttering open just as his heavy frame sunk against her, his bare chest warm against her exposed back. Thick arms snaked around her waist, the rough skin of his large hands snagging the silk of her nightgown as he layered them over her stomach. She smiled broadly, plush lips stretching from ear to ear as he placed his stumble-laced cheek against hers, exhaling in a soft cloud of liquor vapor. He kissed the corner of her mouth awkwardly with his own, and smiled broadly to himself, sighing with an enthralled flourish while he tucked his knees into the back My Funny Valentine
in Prose
A Self ReflectionIf I would have known it would have been like this,  I would not have found you.  It seems like it was meant to be,  And it's difficult to disagree.   
Never have I known such pains exist,  And I don't know what else there is to do.  Now I find it difficult to reminisce,  And I never remember what it is to be bliss.   
Yet, I don't find myself daunted.  This is what I would have wanted. A Self Reflection
in Poetry
friend arguement
in Prose
Fly Blown
in Poetry
Sudical Love Chapter 3CHAPTER THREE   
I wasn't quiet sure what I had just gotten myself into. I know that I had just had sex with Frank Iero. But the news that Frank had told me it what scares me the most.  
 
"What do you mean it broke!" I yelled at Frank, grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and my underware from the floor.   
" I mean what I said, somehow the condom broke." Frank said,catching his clothes as I threw them at him.   
"Frank, I'm only 17!. I knew I shouldn't have done this!" I yelled at him as I fell to the ground.   
At this point we were both dressed and I hadn't notice I was crying until Fra Sudical Love Chapter 3
in Prose
Only if....This sight of mine...  I see all of which is in front of me,  yet is this all I am to believe?  But I can tell, I know from the unknown,  that lies are portrayed by the deceit of sight...   
If I were blind,  would I only see truth?   
Or would I merely be lost in darkness,  confused, lost, and victimized?   
The speach of many I hear...  My ears deciphering all of which is around me,  yet is this all I am to believe?  But I can tell, I know from the unknown,  That lies are spred by the deceit of words...   
If I were deaf,  would I only hear truth? Only if....
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piracy +part 9+Ben closes his eye and tries to sleep as well, but with no success. He lays there, still awake, with his eye shut.   She Tries to roll over, but pulls her back. Her eyes flash open for a second, then squeeze shut. “Oh, ow ow ow ow ow!!”   “T-try not to move, Lass. Yer back isn’t healed enough yet, and that water made yer scabs soft.”   Cosette exhales. “Ugh...i can tell...is it bleeding?”   He lifts the blanket to get a better look, quickly putting it back down. “O-only a bit, shouldn’t be a problem.”   “W-well...you...you don’t want piracy +part 9+
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PLA Chapters 4-5Chapter IV - Preparing for the Journey   
Another day, another mess to clean up. Simon spent what seemed to be a good part of his morning cleaning the basement lounge. That was after having his morning jog and breakfast of course, but Simon already knew it had to be done. After all, Anna might drop by that evening, so at least he had an incentive to do it.   
Simon’s typical morning consisted of a five-kilometre jog in the park between 06h00 and 07h00, followed by a full breakfast and then on to what was planned for the day. Much like his pokémon side would suggest, Simon was one for a simple routine. At least he PLA Chapters 4-5
in Prose
Capture(For Sirrah)   
She is peering at the image displayed  on the camera’s screen. Her eye no longer  shackled by its nakedness, she easily believes  
that the world made visible through  
the macro lens is much too lush, too detailed  
to be crushed within the cramped dimensions  
                                                     of every Capture
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DeadI slowly die inside  from all the times I've cried.  You look at me  with your beautiful eyes  you look right through me  like I was never alive.  I am invisible  I always will be to you.  For some reason I knew  I would always be like this to you.  But no matter what I do  I am always dead to you. Dead
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Three GirlsThree Girls  All different in some way  One loves sports and writing  One loves playing music and drawing  And one loves photography and reading  They are close friends  Even though they annoy the crap out of eachother sometimes  They love eachother  All cynics witha little optimism thrown in.  Three girls  All unique always there for one another. Three Girls
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3. Mothers and their MothersGrandma had this big mirror adjacent to her daunting dresser. There were many things to witness - an eye necklace, long earrings, sweet-smelling perfume – she was only interested in the mirror, how it reflected her image as so miraculously beautiful. There were designs staining the sides of the wooden frame like henna on the hands of and Indian woman and the glass was chipped up on top, fine-grained wood left in abeyance.  
 
It was an abject mirror that made her look nothing like herself. It was a mirror that held her frame like a pumpkin and showed what she was through the eyes of the old and withered. But today, it showed he 3. Mothers and their Mothers
in Prose
GothicVillageAn evening sun set on the distant horizon, flooding the towering structures with blood red light. Tall pinnacles and spires that made up the outline of the Gothic metropolis drifted into shadows, making the town seem cold and desolate in the middle of the quiet countryside. The only beacon that stood out from the utter and slowly increasing dark was the stained glass ellipse that was inlaid in the center most  tower. It glistened radiant blues and rich reds, the cut glass shapes accentuated by the inky iron that held it all in place. A lone figure stood at the window, looking out at the town. Her pale yellow hair fell down her back, GothicVillage
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Beautifully PricelessOur love is my foundation,  A well from which I draw my strength.  When the world is busy wildly spinning,  Your words steady my soul.  When I grow tired and confused,  The sound of your voice comforts me.  When the winds of change blow fear right through me,  I reach for you and your presence gives me hope.  There is something in you,  And something in me,  That crawls across both time and distance,  And meets together somewhere in the ether.  Even when drawn taught and thin like a gossamer thread,  The love we share binds us intensely...  And as long as we have that, noth Beautifully Priceless
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Akatsuki Interview- Deidara*Just a quick, yet still funny, one today. I going to the airport, Warning- contains swearing*   
Deidara- Well..Here I am   
Me- What did you call me *hic* Bob?   
Deidara- …Have you been drinking again?   
Me- I swear to *hic* drunk I’m not Jashin!! *hic*   
Deidara- …Sasori Danna, Karis has been in your stash again!!   
Me- Hey Deidara, *hic* You look like a girl!!!   
Deidara- …un   
Me- And seriously!! *hic* Why do you fucking say un all the *hic* time!?   
Deidara- You can’t really talk un, you cant even pronounce ‘Th& Akatsuki Interview- Deidara
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Unworthy Of Me...I would have never thought  I would see you like this  Once upon a time  I thought you were so beautiful  As you spite yourself unworthy  of me....  Now I realized what you've become  And the glimmer in my eye has now  Past from my vision  now 20/20  
now hindsight  memories now blurred  maybe an out & out lie  But were they good times?  I suppose  But not like I used to remember  You will never have that space back  in my heart  I guess you never wanted to be there  
in the 1st place  So I will let you go to  free your spirit  And fi Unworthy Of Me...
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Permanently DownI'm down, in this black abyss,  I only see black, but my  emotions play with my head.  i scream, but i still dream.  the horrors of my past play  before my eyes in this abyss.   
These dreams are ore like  nightmares. a figment of my  mind, i don't want to see.  it finds me,  no matter how hard i try  and hide.  it kills me,  those betraying emotions, and  as i gasp out my final breath,  it is your name upon my lips. Permanently Down
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Dear Sara...My heart, I do believe I set it on fire. Ironically  with it's own desire. Of what? That's my secret. I fell in love and no body can know.   
I suffer so sweetly and painfully, wishing to hear those words. Obsessions with Strawberries and pineapples.   
A mistake brought down the pain, so badly I want to fix. Want to hold. Want to touch. Want to kiss. Want to be.   
So painfully in love, and wouldn't trade it for the world.   
The ocean reflects the moon. I gaze upon it and think of you. The moon. The love.   
My mistake, I could not bare to look at the moon. But my love for rain and Dear Sara...
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