I love to flyWith the winds, Among the clouds soaring ever higher. With my family, brothers and sisters joined in a magical Choir.I love to fly
They say it isn't real They say it's just a game. Then why do I always turn, when someone calls my name?
Why do I feel, the way that I feel? Why all these words and rhymes? Can't I just say what I mean, instead of wasting their time?
Among the winds above the clouds in a world of fantasy that is all too real
I ask these questions every day always, always why. and every day, I
Be not lonelyBe not lonely, little bird. You have a nest and a family and freinds who love you. Be not lonely, little love, for you are in my heart if not by my side. I sought to cage you and call you my own but you flew to what you knew was right and so be not lonely, little sister, for you are still mine, if only in memory. And so I will remember and cherish what we had and pray that our paths cross again. Be not lonely little bird and sing songs of happiness once more for is that not,Be not lonely
what little birds are for
untitledpain more profound than any before. I don't want to feel this pain anymore. Building inside a storm of tears that I cannot release her last words ringing in my earsuntitled
take away this pain I feel make me into something real just let me go!!!!!!!!!!!!!
go away I've no more left to say just leave me alone................... just leave me a-lone........................................................
I have no more left to give and I have no more will to live and yet....I.....go......on
This Yellow Strayed FacadeThis yellow strayed façade, A blemished photograph, Can be mended beyond a suspicionThis Yellow Strayed Facade
To a beauty the world perceives.
Remark and recognise;- the red red glow. Hues of green unmask the saturation As treacherous tonality is restored Obscuring a Machiavellian red-eye blur.
Portraits of a masquerade - a clown
Hiding in fearless eyes of wonder,
Lifeless with charred amazement. So delicate in the dimming firelight.
She is cold beneath such tepid asylum And swells into callow obscurity -
Peering through the looking glass, Seeking her ja
RAWR!!!
Anyway....I dunno if I'll post anything here or not. Working on a shortish story I may post when I'm done, or I may write it and serialize it. I dunno. Anyway, just letting anyone who happens to still be paying attention that yes, I am still alive......and the cake....is NOT a lie!!! 
Obsessed
Send this to at least 15 people you think are pretty sweet, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will receive good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send it back to you.
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MOVED TO ~homeobox
Earth Star is me, so hey there, adding you to my watch.
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Now i just can't pretend to forget,
These voices in my head,
And they just won't stop screaming.
--Wednesday13
~Fenrir Wolf Dragon~
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot, if you are one of the 2% who hasn't, copy and paste this into your signature.
I'm all for removing dangerous weapons from the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.~Solomon Short
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"Why do little blue men hit me with fish?"
-The Tick
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot, if you are one of the 2% who hasn't, copy and paste this into your signature.
I'm all for removing dangerous weapons from the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.~Solomon Short
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot, if you are one of the 2% who hasn't, copy and paste this into your signature.
I'm all for removing dangerous weapons from the hands of fools. Let's start with typewriters.~Solomon Short
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