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This was a picture that I took of my friend Lili when we were playing with my new digital camera and photo shop stuff. It's sappose to look like a reflection, but it didn't come out that way...so I made it look like a computor cartoon.
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Free verseWhat am I? What reflects from the mirror when I apply false darkness to my lash line. How do I explain the dark green of mysterious eys that reflect back at me? Peircing my heart with tears that should be faing harder but are not. How do I tell my stories, my scars, my skin, imperfect and distressed. How do my words show the quie hairs that fall across my insecure shoulders. Dark and dreary. How do I make my breath paced and cal into words that explain my broken heart? I don\' understand what I\'m sappoe to do. WHat I\'m sappose to say, how I\'m sappose to act. I sometimes wish that life came with a script. That emotion included a manual. THat the manual expained how to fix the most difficult problems. How do I explain myself in a few simple scattered words? Why am I expected to explain the tears that don\'t fall in hard distress? Why am I assumed to handle he pain that breaks my insides nd splits my every last laugh in half? Why is it that every escape I have is wrong and confiscated
my fatherOnce upon a time, there was an adorable baby girl born to two loving parents. One who had been through the pain and adoration of children and another who was new to the world of raising a clone. This girl grew slowly and steadly, learning as much as her mind could hold everyday. As she grew, she also grew closer to the one person in her life who deserved her trust more than anything, her father. She felt safe in his strong arms and always protected him when the mother did not see him the same way. Age and wisdom came to the child and slowly, you could see her fathers genuine features, dark hair, and strong stubborness when you looked into her powerful eyes. There was nothing that she was not proud of when it came to her common attributes with her father. She grew slowly to love him more than any other object or person she had ever met. At the same time and pace, her agrivation toward her mother sprouted. It came to be that every word her mother said was a lie and it became harder and h
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Time is ForeverIt\'s amazing how time can be forever and one single person can have all of it in the world, and yet to another person it is a minimal object. TIme is a possession and can be toyed with for personal desire. Time is a fabric that is used, washed, folded and hung to dry. TIme is the tree that is so old and tall that the children who are brave enough to climb to the top branch can see from here to rome. Time is a gift given to the talented. GIven to those who deserve to live two times the unexpected. Time is earned, time is Killed and time cannot be wasted. TIme is forever!
NightmaresSleep sound gentle chilren. For you sleep to the sounds that echo in the night.
THe things that creep and possess the darkness are only there to protect the mind of your gifted innocence.Close your eyes little person,be not afraid of the death that happens when you are away with fairys and lollypops looking at the sun of a million years.
Your time has yet to come
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