The Ocean

With a heavy heart that I hold dear I must try and lend an ear The dove that used to tell me why Has flown away into the night I wondered why I was here and why I was scared But that faithful dove has went as feared No I'm here and my heart is...

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The Good That Won't Come Out (Pundamentals #2)

The Good That Won't Come Out, by Vye Riosaki Dear Friend, I don't know you. I don't want to. You might be like them, just going with the rapids and ripping out the rocks. You might drown me. Drown me with your indifference and your sympathetic looks....

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Sleepyhead

You are trying to find your way back to you home, knowing it won't be possible. You're already shivering. Your head is hurting. You feel sick. You lost your bike, boo hoo. It seems to me your death is your fault. Or is it? You certainly know why you...

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Reluctance

I stand around and watch it all fly by Just like the camera filming a horror movie. I'm not sure which is worse, really The fact that I'm nothing or you have moved on and became something I was never there for you and I'd like to say I...

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Fireflies

_This is a product created when combining creative writing, me and the song known as 'Fireflies' as sung and performed by Owl City. A little nonsense that was made on the fly, the reason, I may never know as to why I done this._ * * * i lay and...

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Friend

These times are hard, yes they are The sun seems to set so far for such a close bright star Never has a day been so bizarre for my fragile heart I go into my car to find my broken parts and try find a new start Some nights are cold, as I was once...

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Making Mirrors

_Well, I am suffering from writer's block, or a special case of writer's block. :p So, well, while you all are waiting for another chapter or a new story to pop up, here is something short I decided to write. Enjoy!_ * * * _Sometimes the sun won't...

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Twist Ending

Once upon a time there was a mouse who asked me to make him some cheese. So I introduced him to a cheese grater. I guess he did _not_ see that coming. Then again, blind men don't see anything. Ya see what I did there? There was once a moon dropper. It...

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Nightly Escapade

Sitting beside you and humming music into your ear The moon shimmering in the lake beside us Your heart is a slow drum for our song As we stare at the sky And I smile as you lean against me, Adding your voice to mine, My heart a drum for...

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I'm Going Home

Keep it under your pillow, And dream of things you always wanted Keep it under your pillow, And remember things you won't forget. Keep a piece of me with you, And hope we'll meet again.

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Juxtapose

Pushing, pulling, the waves come up the shore Taking away pieces of land for its own The wind is silent for once Leaving the waves, the birds, to speak out Clouds hang around the sky Unsure of their direction, floating aimlessly The sun...

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Same Old, Same Old

A Slave of Routines. I am a slave of routines, and I am a dog to my addictions. I am helpless to fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and I can't help that. Through taking stock, I found a broken husk of a kid, a soul with...

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