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The Urban Underdog
Darling, Darling, I’ve got to get out of my head. It’s weighing me down like a balloon made of lead. And I know you’re trying your best To measure up to this test, But I’ve gotta go now; I gotta figure this out. Don’t you worry, and don’t you go away Because I’ll be back in less than a day. So please, honey, please, Don’t give up. I know it’s not enough, That I’m not enough, But I need you to stay tough When the times get rough, Because someday, I swear to you, I’ll measure up, up, and away. And I’ll save the day.. For you, for me, for us, Lois Lane.
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Stomach Flu for the Soul
A man stumbled down the street, Up my driveway, And onto my front doorstep. When I opened the door, He vomited his soul onto my shoes. I learned of his troubles, Loves and losses, Knowledge and failures. As his soul seeped into my soles, I wondered if perhaps I should stagger over To some other stranger’s house And vomit both of our souls Into his lap Over tea and cakes.
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Hopefully Not Forevermore
     I keep a little rose these days. Friends, family, even people on the street ask after her all the time. I am always happy to show them her picture and share a memory or two with them, but I never tell them the whole truth. I never mention the state she is in now. My little rose, she used to bloom all year for me, used to bathe me in her intoxicating fragrance every time I came near, but these days she remains a bud to me (though her thorns have sharpened considerably).     I used to keep her in the backyard so only I could bask in her beauty, but she has since preferred a spot by the mailbox in the front. She would rather witness the p
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Catharsis
It is quite uncomfortable to have one's ears filled with tears, Because all you an hear are the echoes of your sorrows and the reverberations of your guilty fears. It is very ill-advised to lie down when tears begin to fall. Other people can too easily pile on you their burdens and, with too much difficulty, can you relieve your own and move on. That being said... It is quite practical to cry with a bowl in your lap. This way you can catch your tears (and all they represent), go out, and water some plants.
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Unrequited is Unecessary
It’s okay. You don’t have to say “I love you.” Joke about the past, Joke about the present, Humor the future— So long as I laugh And everyone else scratches their head. Keep me close to your side, And grace my hand with your chivalry While the good times rest Between our intertwined fingers. Trace my lips, my collarbone, my spine With your fingertips. Envelope me with your warmth As you caress my hips. Hide the remote on movie night And fall asleep with me in your arms. Surprise me with flowers Because you’re hiding my birthday gift. Dread the days when we’re apart Text me call me Send me snail m
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On the Grassy Hill Beneath the Sun
The sun sedates me As the grass subtly slices me. The winds tranquilize me With sweet aromas of summer. The clouds entrance me As they adopt the forms of my nightmares. Sigh. There’s no sense of sense In a summer day.
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Working Out Some Issues
I see that girl over there. Wow, she must be some gym buff. Her muscles are so ripped, dude, She must come here every day. Her bright Nike’s look comfortable and well used, Happy, even, against the black of the treadmill. Her calves solid and stretched, Knees like fists of their own, Thighs toned with a nice tight butt. Her stomach’s flat but soft, and her back remains hard yet smooth. You can tell her broad shoulders bear many weights, While her neck faithfully supports a head That seems to hold no voice, Nothing but concentration and determination. I see that girl over there. Her eyes stare at a fixed point And her cheeks are
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12 Times a Year, 12 Years in a Row
In January, she told me her New Years’ resolution Was a successful suicide. In reply, I mentioned That most resolutions are abandoned within the month. Valentine’s Day rolled around, and she wanted To vomit away her heart. Upon hearing this, I inquired if that meant I could eat all her chocolate, And, in response, she promptly shoved me out of the kitchen. When the hills turned green, she thought she would push up daisies, Even though she hates worms and nature. I joked that she lacked a green thumb, And her corpse would kill even the most tenacious weeds. June brought warmer winds, though her heart remained icy. While everyone
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The Urban Underdog
Darling, Darling, I’ve got to get out of my head. It’s weighing me down like a balloon made of lead. And I know you’re trying your best To measure up to this test, But I’ve gotta go now; I gotta figure this out. Don’t you worry, and don’t you go away Because I’ll be back in less than a day. So please, honey, please, Don’t give up. I know it’s not enough, That I’m not enough, But I need you to stay tough When the times get rough, Because someday, I swear to you, I’ll measure up, up, and away. And I’ll save the day.. For you, for me, for us, Lois Lane.
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Stomach Flu for the Soul
A man stumbled down the street, Up my driveway, And onto my front doorstep. When I opened the door, He vomited his soul onto my shoes. I learned of his troubles, Loves and losses, Knowledge and failures. As his soul seeped into my soles, I wondered if perhaps I should stagger over To some other stranger’s house And vomit both of our souls Into his lap Over tea and cakes.
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Hopefully Not Forevermore
     I keep a little rose these days. Friends, family, even people on the street ask after her all the time. I am always happy to show them her picture and share a memory or two with them, but I never tell them the whole truth. I never mention the state she is in now. My little rose, she used to bloom all year for me, used to bathe me in her intoxicating fragrance every time I came near, but these days she remains a bud to me (though her thorns have sharpened considerably).     I used to keep her in the backyard so only I could bask in her beauty, but she has since preferred a spot by the mailbox in the front. She would rather witness the p
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Domo Returns to Hawaii 2
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Catharsis
It is quite uncomfortable to have one's ears filled with tears, Because all you an hear are the echoes of your sorrows and the reverberations of your guilty fears. It is very ill-advised to lie down when tears begin to fall. Other people can too easily pile on you their burdens and, with too much difficulty, can you relieve your own and move on. That being said... It is quite practical to cry with a bowl in your lap. This way you can catch your tears (and all they represent), go out, and water some plants.
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Unrequited is Unecessary
It’s okay. You don’t have to say “I love you.” Joke about the past, Joke about the present, Humor the future— So long as I laugh And everyone else scratches their head. Keep me close to your side, And grace my hand with your chivalry While the good times rest Between our intertwined fingers. Trace my lips, my collarbone, my spine With your fingertips. Envelope me with your warmth As you caress my hips. Hide the remote on movie night And fall asleep with me in your arms. Surprise me with flowers Because you’re hiding my birthday gift. Dread the days when we’re apart Text me call me Send me snail m
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On the Grassy Hill Beneath the Sun
The sun sedates me As the grass subtly slices me. The winds tranquilize me With sweet aromas of summer. The clouds entrance me As they adopt the forms of my nightmares. Sigh. There’s no sense of sense In a summer day.
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Working Out Some Issues
I see that girl over there. Wow, she must be some gym buff. Her muscles are so ripped, dude, She must come here every day. Her bright Nike’s look comfortable and well used, Happy, even, against the black of the treadmill. Her calves solid and stretched, Knees like fists of their own, Thighs toned with a nice tight butt. Her stomach’s flat but soft, and her back remains hard yet smooth. You can tell her broad shoulders bear many weights, While her neck faithfully supports a head That seems to hold no voice, Nothing but concentration and determination. I see that girl over there. Her eyes stare at a fixed point And her cheeks are
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Childhood in the Hundred-Acre Wood
Summer swings around, And, in the warm breeze, I can smell the trees Of the Hundred-Acre Wood. I remember, in the Hundred-Acre Wood, That discovery was like afternoon tea, Not bitter, not bland, but always sweet. Every day, I was adventure-bound. In the Hundred-Acre Wood, Afternoons passed us by While we watched the lazy clouds float up high And pointed out as many shapes as we could. Back in the Hundred-Acre Wood, The current bubbled over my bare feet As I searched for creatures in the river so deep With my trousers rolled up out of the mud. Such was life in the Hundred-Acre Wood. Simple, lovely, Pleasant, carefree. Whenev
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Little Stars
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5 Guidelines for Adding Romance to Your Novel
PLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE THIS PAGE WILL REMAIN ACTIVE FOR PURPOSES OF EDUCATION AND RECORDS, IT IS OUTDATED. CLICK HERE TO ACCESS THE NEWEST VERSION. 5 Guidelines for Adding Romance to Your Novel – A Valentine's Day Special Most people love to see romance in a novel of any genre. It's a universal human experience that can happen in the context of any story. However, most attempts at such have become cliched, sexist, or too unrealistic to be believable. So here are my 5 guidelines to adding romance in your novel. Tip 1: Lose the damsel in distress trope. It's the “romantic” trope of most movies and books, but it has become
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five things they don't teach you in highschool
1. it's okay to fall in love. i mean, they tell you you're never going to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going to tell you it's a lie because it's not. you guys will probably break up and it's gonna hurt like hell but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one who has felt loneliness like a knife, the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing because they were your air, and you will never be the only one who whispered "i love you" two lives too soon. you will not be the last one to have tucked hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there. b
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Five Minutes to Midnight
It's five minutes to midnight, And I'm waiting by the phone, Eating cookie dough That was originally meant for you. It's four minutes to midnight. I'm picking up the phone every other second, Wondering if maybe you're asleep, Hoping you're sleeping alone. It's three minutes to midnight. I'm sure you were lying When you said you'd call me. I'm so conceited. It's two minutes to midnight. I'm putting the dough back in the fridge-- I'll use it another time When you forget to call. It's one minute to midnight. I'm in pajamas And getting ready to dream about you Again. It's midnight. The phone rings. I fall out of bed and spr
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December 31, 1994
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birthdAy '10: decade of deviousness
this is an update :3
Hey, everyone ^^ So I submitted a bunch of this school year's poetry and didn't get any feedback. :/ I know it's not very good poetry this time around, but that's still a little cold, guys. ^^; Feedback and constructive criticism, please? I'll be editing it all pretty soon anyway, so..might as well make it count. ^^; Moving on, I just spent about two hours (midnight - 1:54 in the morning, now) scanning the drawings from this school year and compiling them into a single deviation so that I won't spam your inboxes again :') you know, 'cause I'm cool like that. I've gotten about...eighty percent through the pile I've accumulated, not including
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what, submissions?
that's right, I'm finally submitting all the stuff that I've been hoarding this past year. ^-^ So, enjoy the momentary deluge in your inboxes, everyone. Lots of poetry that isn't very good but will eventually get revised (don't worry xD all the poetry will get major facelifts, I promise!) and the experimental sketches in (mostly) chronological order. :3 I don't know whether to say "enjoy", but... yeah. ^_^ Bear with me? oh, and also. My new obsession song ;D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1Xq2XsWw9g "Voyage of Beliefs" by FM Static. I'm just obsessing over their album "Dear Diary" right now, nothing special :3 carry on~
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Will that be cash or credit? ,)
(this is just to fake you guys out. : ) this isn't a real journal at all.) How much am I worth: § Natural Hair Color [ ] Black - $100 [ ] Blonde - $50 [ ] Red - $75 [X] Brown - $15 [ ] Bald - $5 [ ] Other - $2 Total | $15 § Eye Color [ ] Brown - $150 [ ] Green - $75 [X] Blue - $50 [ ] Hazel - $100 [ ] Other - $15 Total so far | $65 § Height [ ] Over 7' - $200 [ ] 6'8" to 7' - $175 [ ] 6'0" to 6'7" - $150 [ ] 5'5" to 5'11" - $75 [X] 4'9" to 5'4" - $50 [ ] Under 4'9 - $45 Total so far | $115 § Age [ ] 41 to 50 - $150 [ ] 31 to 40 - $100 [ ] 26 to 30 - $75 [ ] 21 to 25 - $50 [ ] 19 to 20 - $25 [
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Happy Birthday!
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Hey, Enna. ;) Hope all is well for you.
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Come back to life! :ohnoes:
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Happy B-day to you today!...=}