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If youIf you were the sun, I want to be your sky
If you were the moon, I want to be the stars
If you were a performer, I want to be your stage

If I was the moon, you’d be the sun
If I was a leaf, you would be the gentle breeze that blows me away
If I was lost, would you look for me?

If love was the opening act, we’d be the main event
If there was a painting, we’d be the colors
If you loved me, my world would be all light.
SmileI gripped the crisp paper tightly in my shaking hands. My family next to me sat silently, shocked, eyes open wide and mouths open wider.

I brought my hands holding the letter up to my face, trying to make sure I had read the words correctly.

Dear Student,

You have broken at least two school rules within this term. Therefore, you will report to school on December the 9th at precisely ten in the evening to receive punishment. A school bus will arrive at your house at nine-thirty in the evening to collect you if you wish.

Sincerely,
Headmaster

Reading through the letter the second time was even worse than the first. I let my hands and the l
Find AnewI look at myself everyday
To what has come to me
You at me, but truth won't lie

The scars that remain
It's time to move on
But it all starts in the heart

Can't understand the person I am
There is someone that can see who I am
Where I came from, where I am heading

Bus rides heading to university and going home
I want you to come and sit next to me
To see life as how I see

Alone I am not, with you my life will change again
When I first saw you, there in Waterloo
I didn’t have the chance to talk to you because you were with your friends and I was with mine

It was two years ago and I thought I would never see you again
Who k
LossLoss

I have never felt this way before,
Completely and utterly empty,
I feel like my heart has been torn to shreds,
Leaving nothing but broken shards just like a hurricane does,

This pain, is a pain that has been torturing me,
It has been taking over my body for the past few days,
Slowly stripping the life out of me,
Leaving nothing but a dark empty shell,

I never imagined it could hurt so much to lose you,
Especially since I barely even knew you,
You were a role model for everyone,
And it rips me apart to know you're gone,

I know you're in a better place,
But something inside me still wishes you were here,
It killed me when I
Scarlet PulpThump

Do you hear it?

Thump

It hammers against your chest.

Thump

Do you feel it?

Thump

It smacks against your breast.

Thump…

Thump…

Every tremor cracks your rib,
Every crack jolts your senses,
Red mass thrums against bone,
Rotund, Fleshy, Grotesque.

Thump…

Thump…

Crimson flows within wires
Swollen like bruised skin,
Thunder gathers in your ears,
Heat swelters across your cheeks.

Thump

Do you hear it?

Thump

Bulbous, Gelatinous, Grotesque.
Hold OnSeems like nobody cares anymore
Days go by and I am stuck in the same place as yesterday
Locked in this cage

In a endless loop of disappointment and lost
All I can do is to hold to the dream
Just hold on and believe

I know the road is hard but a day will come
Today may be long but tomorrow will come
I just need to hold and believe

Weeks have gone by
I still hold on
To that dream

But that dream went up into flames
I thought it will never turned this way
But all I can do is to hold on

What is left of me?
What I can pull out of this rubble?
Burned up in flames

A lifetime of effort, gone in a flash
I feel no pain or numbness
Just feel
Like Shattered GlassBroken bones like shattered glass
Crash down to the floor.

Her screams go unnoticed
Until she falls eerily silent.

"Shhh, it's only me."

Can anyone hear?
Does anyone know?

Arms pinned above her head,
She freezes in fear.

Please let it be quick this time.
Please let this end.

Close your eyes, child
And leave your body behind.

Tapped in these moments
I cannot forget.

I will always remember, and I cannot
Sleep.
AloneWhen I'm alone, I have the impression that the world is running out,
that runs in front of me, do not stop even for a moment
and I am staying away in the back, thinking of
meaning of life, the meaning of existance

When I am alone, the world loses colors
and takes the color of old lace that had long since lost its luster
And I see through this lace every minute of my life
every moment

When I'm alone, sometimes I think about you
You are somewhere on the border of perception, where the eyes can not see
I am almost sure that I miss, although we will talk again soon
It's more than scary ...

I am a strange man, without time, without the
What Happened?We were once us but now me
You say you care but really you don't
I rather if you don't so that you can drift away like a memory

Now I am alone, walking alone in this cold world
Just move on, there are others that make me happy
So in a way I thank you for leaving
Thanks for making happier but it the days like this that I stop and want to go back

But how to go back when there is nothing there
You left and move on like nothing
Why should I care?

"If I lose you, I don't know what I would do"
I remember I said that and turns out to be true
You walk away, that's all she wrote

Don't just say goodbye when I never wanted to
Too b
Safe and SoundI remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, Don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have been so dumb? How could I forget? I lay slumped in the hallway. Tears fell down my pale face from my bright blue eyes. He knocked on the door and came in. His perfect lips formed an 'O' shape as he saw my state. His arms wrapped around me instantly and he whispered in my long blonde hair "I'm never going to let you go. I promise it's going to be okay." I held my hand open
Such A Noble ManI long to be able to do justice to you,
but my words fail to arrest your perfect form.
I'm powerless to the supremacy of your eyes so blue,
which smolder and burn deep into my private soul.

Your voice enchants me whenever you speak -
I devour your words with an insatiable hunger.
Your hands - oh, your hands - they make me weak
as they pirouette across the ivory piano keys.

I remain stunned at your immense equanimity
and how you are composed during a tempest quarrel.
You are a passionate lover, you captivate me,
eradicating my self-defense with your gentle touch.

How naïve I am, to think I am worthy to vindicate you;
my words are
Ballad of the Doll MakerCome now; gather round! Men who are
Gentle, ladies fairer!
Hark now my words as I tell the
Tale of the Doll Maker!

There was once a youth, apprentic'd
To a master of old;
Who taught to his eager student
How to craft wooden dolls.

But these are not the toys girls play with,
For they resemble man,
And woman too; in size and look
They're finest in the land.

Now, th'apprentice was at the age
When he need'd to adore
A girl of his choosing; and sought his
Master's wisdom some more.

He search'd his teacher thoroughly,
Examining his brain,
So that in love, his ignorance
Will not fail him again.

The Master, agèd now and near
Done
The fog seen by Poor It SackIn the loneliness of the hour, there was It Sack.
Sack was a kind and gentle soul - letting the need of the hour come in the way without question or any doubts; Sack was a true, honest-to-Ba-eg Bag - well, close to one anyway - that served its master blindly for as long as it could be remembered.
Two Bag Months, sadly - It got lost and torn while carrying grain from the town of some dirty natives to another town inhabited by dirty natives.
MinesweeperLife is like a game of Minesweeper.

Nobody really knows what it is or how to get through it.

Sometimes you get stuck in difficult situations, and you just want to start over.

You're driven to giving up.

You make stupid choices.

You're driven to take guesses and leaps of faith; sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

You just click the wrong button, and it ends up ruining everything.

Once in a while, you're given a huge handout. Other times, just a small piece.

You don't know why you keep going on with it.

But you're damn well not going to close out the window before you win.
God's called another angelYou were sick and tired
none of us we knew,
God had pulled the reins in
Calling home for you.

My mother and yourself
You fought so hard and long
Now that your struggles over
My mother will carry on.

I know she feels defeated
this cancer its hard to beat.
Your memory lies with her always
In every stride as she aims to defeat.
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could be like the hills;
Rolling on forever
with peace and simple beauty.

If only our hearts
could be like the stars;
twinkling and shining
as a beacon to all.

If only our minds
could be like a lily;
sweet and pure white
among a rainbow of colors.

If only our hands
could be like a blank paper;
washed of the blood
from all the sins we've committed.
SmileI gripped the crisp paper tightly in my shaking hands. My family next to me sat silently, shocked, eyes open wide and mouths open wider.

I brought my hands holding the letter up to my face, trying to make sure I had read the words correctly.

Dear Student,

You have broken at least two school rules within this term. Therefore, you will report to school on December the 9th at precisely ten in the evening to receive punishment. A school bus will arrive at your house at nine-thirty in the evening to collect you if you wish.

Sincerely,
Headmaster

Reading through the letter the second time was even worse than the first. I let my hands and the l

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Last part of my little mini-series, if you could call it that.

Here are the first two parts. You don't necessarily have to read them to understand this, but it would probably clear some things up. Also, I'd be grateful if you read them. :meow:

Yesterday: [link]
Today: [link]
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~LenaDieKunstlerin Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
ahhh please,if it's in any way possible, do more! <3
i find myself in this haha :]
and your writing is brilliant!
if i could fave it a thousand times, i would fave it a thousand times.
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~SourAir Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, thank you! ^^ That means a lot to me~

(Also, if you want, I have a folder in my gallery full of stuff about my crush... XD I just realized how creepy that sounds, lol)
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~LenaDieKunstlerin Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
you're very welcome :3 even though i know very little of you two it seems like you would make such a cute couple c:
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~SourAir Mar 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Aww, thanks! :blush: ^^
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~Moon-Mascot Jan 12, 2013
waaaa i'm almost crying...
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~SourAir Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Aww :'(
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~Moon-Mascot Jan 12, 2013
yeah..great writing!)
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~SourAir Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks~! :)
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~TheWhiteJewel Dec 13, 2012
I'm a loud, overly-friendly chic. There are times when I wish I could keep my mouth shut and not say what's on my mind the whole time. Recently I've been told that I'm "the girl who comments on everything" which is kind of embarrassing.

I'm not saying the over-whelm the guy and in some situations, just listening to people instead of talking yourself is the answer. Just don't lose yourself and forget about what you do and what you are. :)
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~SourAir Dec 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I've been called that as well, don't worry! :) And to be honest, I actually WANT to be like him. I don't have a problem with loud people, but I don't like being loud myself.. I think it's a change that would help me even if I didn't like him. Thanks, though! I agree with you, and I won't forget myself. :D
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