| i was half asleep when this came to me, i hope you like it and all... its not really poetry but not really prose, so I call it Prosatry in my head at least |
| i was half asleep when this came to me, i hope you like it and all... its not really poetry but not really prose, so I call it Prosatry in my head at least |


Midnight Pref.If someone had told me six months ago that I would be where I am right now I would have laughed. If they had told me that fairytales were real I would have called them crazy. Only little kids believe in stuff like that, right? Wrong, I believe. I mean, how could I not? Sitting here in my ball gown with my hair done up like you only see in the movies surrounded by ancient stone walls and a ceiling so high it makes you dizzy just to look at it. Under any other conditions I would have found this scene enchanting but as of right now I was just scared out of my mind. Rubbing my arms I tried to relieve the chill that hMidnight Pref.


Tragedy SchoolTragedy has started to loom over my high school like a storm cloud. The gentle rain it releases has become the tears of the student body and faculty. The wind has turned into the whispered rumors of the dead, while the darkness of the sky shows the emotion in the hearts of many.Tragedy School
Suicide Drowning Car Crash Over Dosing
I can't help but think while walking down the yellow halls, watching the couples and friends talk, smelling the stale pizza and smoke from the teacher's lounge that I'm taking my life for granted. I see myself and the others in this school living and loving carelessly, never thinking th


Little DoveAll I ever wanted was dove, a pretty little white bird that I could call my own. Mother bought a few for me once when I was a little boy, but for some reason they died whenever I hugged or petted them; they're little bodies laying limp in my hands. Every time she bought some pretty pet home, they always ended up like that. Even now, Mother has to tell me I am being too rough, that I need to be gentle with such delicate animals or I'm not going to be allowed to have anymore doves. This scared me greatly, I loved my little birdies...what was I going to do without them?Little Dove
I had to be on my best behavior if I was going to ha


bittersweetBittersweet is the word for your life in a box Your pictures, your things and every one of your socksbittersweet
Dealing with stuff youve never had to before, Mom and Dad arent around any more You may actually have to touch a mop to the floor!
Cooking, studying meeting new friends
A new adventure awaits round each bend, For the first week at least-then that sickness sets in,
Home-sickness
Lone-sickness I-miss-Mom-and-Dad-sickness Then its home for the weekend, free food and fun And Sunday youll be saying oops gotta run!
Back to the cla


ZellRapunzalZell
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had magic powers. Due to the political climate in which this young girl was born, her whole family had to go into hiding. And so, this rich family let all their servants go, except one who had a baby of her own. The place they chose was a small tower in the hills of Switzerland. In this new place the baby got ill. She healed well except that forever more her power would be stoped by metal. While the girl was a baby, every time she was taken on the iron staircase she would cry and scream with such vigor t
| hey! should i do a britts litt bookclub blog type thing on da? yes or no? note me! also my grammar/spelling has not improved so.... just deal... we all know what i mean |
(and I am watching)
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"Fuck it! Forget the rules and break the Law!...You are Free."
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