March 4, 2010
You’ve been the best
I’ve hoped to be as good
I’ve been blessed
Now I’m misunderstood
I’m so deep in
Far over my head
You let me under your skin
And you haven’t even bled
I never saw it coming
It couldn’t be true
The warmth has been becoming
Something new
Nobody knows where it goes
The saltwater drips down your nose
Stay silent till you get to doze
Maybe it’ll be okay,
I suppose
You tell me slow
As if it’s hard
And even so
I don’t show I’m feeling marred
I won’t forget
A single word
Yes, I’m upset
But it’s not like it’s the end of the world
I didn’t watch out
I didn’t prepare
I can’t live without
You being there
Nobody knows why it comes and goes
The saltwater drips down your nose
Stay silent till you get to doze
Maybe it’ll be okay,
I suppose
…But before we go…
Hold me close by
Till we say goodbye
Say you’ll miss me
Though you’ve never kissed me
I’m sure you feel
At least one half the same
I won’t stop you
Do what you do
I’ll still sing late at night
About my frigid fright
I’m sure you feel
At least one half the same
Nobody knows where it goes
The saltwater drips down your nose
Stay silent till you get to doze
Maybe it’ll be okay,
I suppose
Maybe it’ll be okay,
I suppose
Maybe it’ll be okay,
I suppose.
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March 4, 2010
One: whisper nothings in my ear
Two: reel me in, by keeping me near
Three: take my social life till I’m controlled
Four: separate my mind from body till I’m not my own
Five: take me out, bring me flowers galore
Six: make me drift away from those who love me more
Seven: deflower, rape, rinse and repeat
Eight: leave me lying on the floor in a heap
Nine: shatter my heart till it’s nothing more
Ten: laugh then go out to play some other girl
Categories: Poetry.
Tags: 10 Steps To Being Used, anonymous, Poetry
March 2, 2010
I’m here now
Staring out the window
Watching the stars glide across the sky
And I’m dreaming
Dreaming that I was wherever you are
I’m thinking now
Twiddling my fingers
Counting the freckles on my arms
And I’m wishing
Wishing that I was wherever you are
I’m remembering now
Drawing on a paper
Putting our faces where the characters are
And I’m wanting
Wanting to be wherever you are
I’m waiting now
Sitting by the phone
Getting hopeful whenever it rings
And I’m hoping
Hoping you’ll bring me to wherever you are
I’m dreaming
Dreaming that I was wherever you are
Wishing that I was wherever you are
Wanting to be wherever you are
Hoping you’ll bring me to wherever you are
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Whatever you do I’ll be there too
I’m dreaming of wherever you are.
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March 2, 2010
They wear T-shirts
with colorful peace signs,
Conceal their hurt
with smiles so benign.
You hypocrites,
the minute you get home,
Those shirts don’t fit;
you curse when you’re alone.
They say that they’re
just trying to be good,
To laugh and care,
just like everyone should.
So is it true
that each one of your friends
Knows the real you,
or do you just pretend?
That is only
the way that they appear;
Their peace phony,
their smiles insincere.
Then why assert
this “peace” through what you wear?
Take off that shirt,
’cause you don’t really care.
by Sandy
Categories: Poetry.
Tags: Peace Sign, sandy
March 1, 2010
Pretend it’s Valentine’s Day – that’s when I wrote it.
___________________
Well, there is but a single day
To tell you this, I think.
And there is but a single way:
A paper heart of pink.
Forever keep this card from me;
Just for one day be mine.
It’s so important, don’t you see:
Please be my valentine.
Last year, who was my valentine?
And who came before him?
I had another guy in mind,
But this year you’re my whim.
You’ll feel very special, I know
For I assume it’s fine
To have a makeshift Romeo,
My special valentine.
Doesn’t the title mean a lot,
Isn’t it so sincere?
But be warned that this love will not
Still be around next year.
I need someone to play the part,
So please do not decline.
I’m sending you this special heart;
Please be my valentine.
Categories: Poetry.
March 1, 2010
Event: Muse Hunt
Time it takes place: IMMEDIATELY
Why is it taking place: Because we’ve all stopped posting on WE, so our muses must be missing
Level of urgency: VERY URGENT
Is this post dramatic: ABSOLUTELY NOT – why would you ask that?
Has the poster of this post posted recently: Uh, let’s not go there . . .
Then why is she screaming at the other WEans: Because she . . . uh . . . is.
Is that a credible answer: No, not really, but we’ll imagine it is.
Is this post ridiculous: *silence*
Will this post be posted anyway: Yup.
LET’S DO IT, Y’ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET’S FIND THOSE DASTARDLY MUSES AND FORCE THEM TO COME HOME!!!!!!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!!
Yes, I’m a freak. It’s official.
ANYway.
Ta.
Signed,
A Freak
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Tags: hunt for dastardly muses, Myth
February 25, 2010
Is this profound,
Is it good?
It’s not poetry at all!
This doesn’t sound
Like it should,
So what SHOULD this junk be called?
Give it a name,
Anything!
“Worthless?” “Rotten?” “Cliché?”
Although its lame,
I’m writing
This pure garbage anyway.
Just ’cause it rhymes,
Does it get
The title of poetry?
So many times
I’ll regret
Shaming others before me.
This gives a bad
Name to all
Poets around the whole world.
I cause the sad,
Sad downfall
Of traditional dream-worlds.
This ain’t profound,
It ain’t good.
No! It CAN’T be poetry!
It doesn’t sound
Like it should.
I’ll call it “absurdity.”
__________________
maybe sometime i’ll end up posting a normal poem. MAYBE. 
~Sandy
Categories: Poetry.
Tags: Absurdity, sandy
February 23, 2010
I do nothing
but look out my window and cry-
As I watch
the world go and pass me by,
but then
I frighteningly wonder why
I see nothing at all.
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February 22, 2010
What do you do when you’re torn?
What do you do when you’re
On the verge of alone?
What if you’re not torn
But are instead one of the things
Somebody you love must
Choose between?
What do you do when you’re me?
Do you tell him to pursue education
Or do you remind him how much you love him?
Do you cry at night
Because you let him go
And you’ll never see him again?
Do you shove aside your fright
And not let your tears flow
Because you’re not fully sane?
What do you do in tug-of-war
When even though you’re not strong
You’re fighting hard and holding tight?
What do you do when you fall on your knees
Asking him, please
Stay with me, please
Don’t go away, please
What do you do when you’re me?
—-
I’M OKAY-ISH! DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME!
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February 22, 2010
If we
sing instead of speaking
dance instead of stomping
smile instead of crying
create instead of destroying
hug instead of kicking
kiss instead of beating
help instead of killing
and
rise up instead of sinking down
then maybe
we can survive
in this world
with light hearts
and perfect minds
and maybe
the world would give us
colours we’ve never
seen.
we've never seen
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February 21, 2010
I tilt my head up to the sky–
The black sky with polka-dots of stars–
Sometimes I wonder, wonder why
I can’t just fly to Mars
Escape for a day
A year
A decade
Wait another day
For the pain
To fade
But where would it all go?
Can there be another way?
Screaming from the inside, out
Would only ruin my vocal chords
Strain my throat, without a doubt
But what better way to voice it than with words?
If I howled to the moon
Like a lonely, lost dog
People would scream back at me soon
Meaningless things I’d hear through the fog
“What are you doing?”
“Stop screaming!”
“I’m sleeping!”
What am I doing?
I’m letting
My feelings
Fly to the open sky
I’m trying my best at renewing
Screaming from the inside, out
Wouldn’t give me any rewards
I’d still be wandering about
But what better way to voice it than with words?
Is it really worth the try
Howling at the endless sky?
Would it kill me just to try?
Or will I just break down and cry?
Screaming from the inside out
Would only ruin my vocal chords
Strain my throat, without a doubt,
But what better way to voice it that with words?
——-
NOTHING IS WRONG. PLEASE DO NOT ASK IF I AM OKAY. Thanks!
Hearts!
Jules
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February 21, 2010
“Please don’t cry,”
She says, wiping my eyes
Tears roll down my face
Leaving a salty, stinging trace
“Everything will mend
by the time the night ends,
and don’t you worry
about that silly old story.”
I wish I could
And I definitely would
“The sky will be blue
just for you.
The clouds will be white
and the sun will be bright
and you will be loved like how
I love you now.”
She smiles a fake smile at me,
Thinks she’ll beguile me
“Let’s dry those eyes.”
If you’ll stop those lies.
———-
NO, NOTHING HAPPENED TO ME. I AM PERFECTLY FINE. I JUST FELT LIKE WRITING. 
Hearts!
Jules
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February 19, 2010
How can I say this?
How can I word it?
It’s a wonderful, happy, warm feeling inside.
How can I tell you?
How can’t I feel it?
Why would I want to stop?
Your toothy smile
Your hello and goodbye
Your pockets that everhold your hands
How I wish I could
But I’ll wait
And I’ll never forget
How much I want to say it.
And I’ll wait
Until you say it
Until I can say it
Until I can be the pockets that everhold your hands.
The feeling you get when your heart catches fire
I get that when I stare at you
When you say my name
Why does it ring in the air?
When I open my mouth to speak
I say something stupid
But you know what I mean.
I’ll be the pockets you put your hands in
I’ll be the reason you’ve got that feeling
Where your heart’s on fire
And you feel you might die
And you can be my pockets to put hands in
And since you’re already the reason
I get that feeling
Where my heart’s on fire
And I might just die
You can also be the reason
I wake up and smile
Because I know the day that comes
Will be especially great
Because you’re there.
But how can I word this?
How will I say it?
When will I say it?
Why do I have to?
Who says I should?
I say I should.
I will.
I’ll be those pockets.
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February 18, 2010
As we grow older
Our breath comes shorter
The air gets colder
With every used up quarter
Whether we’re haters or greater
And we’ve made countless friends
Sooner or later
It all has to end
The quarters we used
In the parking meters
Flipped and they fused
Into food for time-eaters
Time will not stop
Time will go on
The quarters we swapped
Just turned us into pawns
Who are we?
Where are we?
Why are we?
Don’t ask me
Are you?
Are they?
Are we
Is it real?
Time is running out the window
Faster than a live black widow
Don’t ask questions and wait for answers
You know you can’t stand there forever.
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February 16, 2010
Here’s a veiled song, let me whisper in your ear:
gently,
softly,
so very near.
Let me sing into your heart, like a breath of air:
sighing,
brushing,
touching you there.
For dark secrets aren’t so black when told in a:
sweet,
light,
hopeful tone.
But I still give you a load, my dear:
to hold,
to cradle,
to handle with care.
To keep till you can give it to someone else
for them to bear.
Categories: Poetry.
Tags: Em, Emia, Empathy, Poetry, Song Like A Secret-Pass It On
February 15, 2010
Sunny days and moonlit nights
I will stay inside
I have lost the will to fight
All my hope and pride
I believed for so many months
Almost a whole year
Glided over every bump
Just to a dead end here
Why
How
When
Why’d you do this to me?
How can you still love her
When you and I have created a we?
I thought it meant something
I thought it was all real
I guess that you don’t really care
About how bad I feel
Why
How
When
Why does it always seem
That the worst things always happen
To the hopeful ones who dream?
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February 13, 2010
Some foxes in a cave
Will sing and dance a waltz.
If they do not behave,
Just threaten them with salt.
While there yet is daylight,
This poem must commence,
For who says what I write
Must make one bit of sense?
Like the peaches in my house,
The jelly in my yard,
The sleigh bells on that mouse:
That’s what’s in my heart.
It may seem rather odd,
Quite silly and quite strange.
Perhaps none will applaud…
I wrote and that’s what came.
I asked the tiny pink men
To join me in a boat.
They told me, “Don’t ask again;
What if it doesn’t float?”
Since all the geese are fighting
A great war in my shoe,
I really must stop writing,
And bid thee all, “Adieu!”
~Sandy (no, not Myth this time!)
Categories: Poetry.
Tags: sandy, time to write something - SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE MAYBE?
February 12, 2010
Until the sun falls from the sky
Until the mountains begin to fly
Until these things happen, you and I
Will never be apart
Until then, love will never die, love,
You and I.
Until the parting of the seas
Until the hearts are stung by bees
Until these things are, it’s you and me
We’ll never be apart
Until then, love will never cease, love,
It’s you and me.
Until our skins are turned to leather
Until our souls are light as feathers
Until these are here, it’s us together
We’re here, never apart
Until then, the love will never be tethered, love,
You and I together.
Love will never leave, my love,
My life, my reason to live,
Love will never be far off
And love will always forgive.
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February 11, 2010
You know how people used to think that a cat would sit on you while you were asleep and steal your soul/breath? And you die? Yeah, well, that thought sorta gave birth to this poem… and looking at this I can almost see it as story about cats and … something something. But I’m NOT starting another story till DA’s done. Anyway, this poem is strange, but I just wanted you to know where the idea came from so I wouldn’t look totally insane. 
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by Empathy
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Silent padding steps are
your approaching doom.
Glinting eyes gleam
in the darkening gloom.
Death is said to taste sweet,
yet still it curls your tongue.
And that taste of death in a breath of air
is stealing your life without your being aware.
Before you know they’re there,
before you see their cat eyes,
you’re gone.
*
Meow?
*
*
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Categories: Poetry.
Tags: Cat Eyes, Empathy, Poetry
February 10, 2010
We are the same
We are different
Different parents
Same soul
“I wouldn’t mind being your twin
Because we’d live together.”
“I wouldn’t mind living with you foever.”
A pledge for love
“I love you,” again and again
Who’d have thought?
Is it love?
It is.
A bad day turns wonderful
When I see my other soul
Sweet arms wrap around me
The darkness disappears
And it’s just us in the world
“I’ll miss you,” the words escape as I have to
“And I, you,” are floating my way
The love will never leave though.
Categories: Creative Nonfiction, Poetry, Romance.
February 9, 2010
This is a first-person monologue I did for my drama class. Sandy has been asking me to post stuff and since I’m gonna perform it again, I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea. So yeah, this will be acted out, so if you have any suggestions along that line, I’d appreciate those too!
Thanks!
Dear Mother, I witnessed the most horrific thing! After the news article fell into the hands of the Japanese, complete with my less than supportive quotes about them, I was forced to flee the area. Since then I have worked at a leper colony and a prison, then I went to help a Methodist church with their ministry. Within months of my arrival, the Communist party took over a nearby university. They made each of its students fill out a long questionnaire. Some of the questions were harmless, amusing even, but the last question had dangerous implications for the young Christian converts. “What political party do you support? If you are for the government (Communists) put a circle. If you are against it, put an “X”. The answering of this question was a very serious matter for each student. To put an “X” would mark you for life, not allowing you good jobs or opportunities in your own country. When the officials received the questionnaires back, they were enraged to discover that 200 of the 500 had X’s on them. They were determined to find out what was happening, and indeed, it wasn’t hard to discover. Student after student told of their conversion to Christianity through my preaching and explained that they now supported Jesus and no one else. The officials said they needed everyone’s loyalty, so they told those who had drawn circles to harass the others. And when that didn’t work, they resorted to violence. There were beatings in alleys and breaking up of prayer meetings. But at the end of the month, no Christians changed their mind, instead, there were more X’s than before. After three months of worsening treatment, the Communists called an open meeting in the town square. I was there, praying for the student’s strength. Over two hundred of the students were marched into the square, while being heavily guarded. A man clutching a sheath of papers climbed onto a box. Picked up the first sheet of paper and read a name loudly, looked directly at the girl who stepped forward and asked “Who do you support now?” The girl responded clearly, “Sir, three months ago, I thought Jesus was real and I thought the Bible was true. Now after three months of your hatred, I know Jesus is real and I know the Bible is true.” The man turned white with rage and yelled to a soldier on his left. The girl was roughly pulled to the center of the square and shoved to her knees. With one swift movement, the Communist soldier drew his sword and sliced the girl’s head off. As much as I wanted to flee from the gruesome sight, I remained while each of the more than two hundred students was asked whether he or she would support the Communist government. Even though they knew full well they were only moments from death, not one of them said they supported the Communists. Every one of them was beheaded. Oh, why did these wonderful Christian people have to go through such a horrific, brutal death? But oh, oh the joy, hundreds of souls came to Christ. Yes, mother, this is why I am here, in China, at this time. God help us all to be able to stand firm in Him, even in the face of death.
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Tags: Ahhhhh!!!, EPIC FAIL, Gladys Aylward, I sure hope this sounds better than it reads!, Monologue, shouldn't have posted this
February 8, 2010
Points of View Contest on TeenInk.com
Betsy C.
When you re published in Teen Ink, you get more than the satisfaction of seeing your name in print. Everyone we publish gets swag like free magazines and Teen Ink writing tools. Right now, though, we re offering quite a bit more than that – $200 more!
We re introducing the Teen Ink Points of View Contest. To enter, write your opinion about something you care about, and submit to Teen Ink under the “Points of View” category. Each month we’ll award $200 to the winning writer, and publish the winning entry in our print magazine, and our website and on the EBSCO Points of Views website as well.
Okay, you might be thinking the money sounds great but what exactly is a Points of View article? The answer: just about anything that matters to you! Teen Ink and EBSCO have purposely left the category wide-open so that you can write on the subjects about which you are truly passionate. A few ideas: body image, politics, drugs and alcohol, health issues, role models, civil rights, environmentalism, college tuition you get the idea. We re hoping to hear from a diverse group of teens with their own strong opinions and that means we want to hear from you.
You can check out the nonfiction section of TeenInk.com to get some ideas and inspiration, but the most important thing is to remember to be true to yourself and your own point of view. That is the name of the contest, after all.
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Tags: big bucks, Contest
February 6, 2010
soo sorry I haven’t look at this in like a month or so. wow. i’m a terrible person! lol.. but in defense…. we had guest at our house, I went away to NJ for my bestie’s sweet sixteen, came back and got sick, rest of family got sick so was taking care of them… thhhen I GOT MY VIOLIN! OMGosh I AM OSOOOOSOSOS EXITED!!! and now i’m at work.. haha….
If I had my little book of things I randomly make up- then I’d post something and if I had time to read everybody’s stuff… I would… but i gtg and the i’m going to Albany for the rest of the day…
BUT I do have a new pen name (which was sorta kinda stolen from a movie) BUT IT IS A DIFFERENT COLOR… and I ONLY DID IT CAUSE IT”SSOOO TRUE… it’s like the only scarf I wear-and I wear it ALL the time.. like it’s on me right now.. at work.
soo….*trumpets blaring*
I really really ammm so sorry.. and admit to being a loser and a slacker.. lol….
aurevoir
~The girl in the blue scarf
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February 1, 2010
by miracle
Butterfly, butterfly,
fly down to me,
whisper your secret,
teach me to see
Dreaming, dreaming
of things I could be
anyone, anything
anyone but me
Butterfly, butterfly,
fly down to me,
whisper your secret,
let me fly free.
Categories: Poetry.
February 1, 2010
My teacher challenged us to show her our emotion.
confusion; disorder; bewilderment
To feel is to believe, but if what we feel isn’t worth believing in? What if what we feel doesn’t exist? Is it cruel to toy with ourselves to the point of emotional turmoil over events that never happened?
Every kind of entertainment today and throughout history has sought to move us. The stories, sounds, concepts, and beliefs are all relayed to us in terrible, beautiful, and deep ways. They make us feel good, but are they hurting us at the same time? Is it somehow degenerative to get wrapped up in stories that go beyond the range of usual human activity?
Movies that address issues such as violence, loss, misunderstanding, fear and uncertainty, true love, and regret are very moving; we feel them in our soul. Those that fantastically involve discovery of other intelligent life forms in our universe or beyond wrap us up in the all-too-believable unreality of having to choose between one life and another: one’s true love or one’s true species. This dilemma cannot and will not come to pass; we are alone in the universe and do not have to choose between love and duty on such a level. Some people actually have to choose between love and duty in their lives, but none on such a violent and concentrated level as is depicted in films today. So, can forcing oneself into situations that mankind has never and will never experience actually harm us? Does it upset our emotional make-up? Can we somehow taint our real feelings by exhausting ourselves over inexistent phenomena?
Are the numerous songs about love, violence, and beauty feeding futile desires? Can a song about a suicidal game drive someone to the gun in an attempt to reach that dull yet sharp, sick yet fit, rich yet cheap, highly coveted emotional high: the emotional high that is so wrongly manifested as a positive through a song?
Is hurt good? Is it good to feel pain? Do we need to believe in something? Could we live without other people to count on? Does anyone ever really experience true love? Is there a person capable of valuing someone else’s happiness above their own? Are we able to rejoice truly? Are there true moments of happiness? Do we feel anything for real? Does anyone understand us? Can we ever genuinely understand the feeling of another? Do we have the desire of faith necessary to comprehend our place in this universe? Are our motives ever completely devoid of debauchery? Is there anything good? Is there anything bad? Can one’s heart ever be wholly dereft of anguish?
Of course we have questions; it’s a mysterious world. But will our questions ever be answered? Will my heart ever rest? Will I ever find peace in this world? If not in this world, how so in the next? Is anything really meant to be understand at all? Will this yearning, this desparate seeking, this desire for discovery ever be unequivocally slated? Will my heart strings ever stop pulling my down? Can I ever get off the ground? Will the fluttering in my breast ever settle down and let me feel and know and see without a doubt, without confusion?
Roxanne
Categories: Creative Nonfiction.
Tags: Roxanne
February 1, 2010
Hey ppl, kinda sad how long it’s been but yeah, somebody by the name of “nattycoram” commented on my new blog (which u should all visit- briannaandlydiashow.blogspot.com -it’s me and my best friends, my posts are labeled “lydia”) and i was wondering if it was any of u…? just out of curiosity..it prolly isnt but yeah..
and here’s an essay i wrote, it’s on my blog but i thought i’d put it here so you all could enjoy too.
Roxanne
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Tags: Roxanne
February 1, 2010
…which you probably haven’t really, but whatever. The reason I’ve hardly posted anything worthwhile on here for a while is this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/46639497@N03/
I’ve been trying to maintain my 365, which is not easy, AT ALL. So yeah if you want to see new things by me check there and comment
-Kira
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January 30, 2010
I wrote this this morning at like eight..and didn’t start editing yet. I’ve been working on three song lyrics at the moment, and am deciding if I’m going to post them or not…
Anyway, I hadn’t posted in a while so here.
-Kira
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Sweet lullaby stroking my ears
Relaxing my mind
It brings me to tears.
The voice of a lover I’ll never meet
Chanting he loves me
Calling me sweet.
I wish I could hold him
But all I have is his song
Lullaby telling about him
It’s got to be wrong.
While I listen to my lullaby
My heart is melting away
Melting out through my eyes
Wishing I could say
What he means to me
But he’ll never know.
So
I fall asleep to his voice.
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January 28, 2010
Here it is. Kind of like an audio blog – but fictional. Thought it would be fun to shake up the format a little
Entry 1.
One
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January 25, 2010
Haha, the name of this post sounds all silly. It basically means: Never fear, a new story idea is FINALLY here! Yes, Jules has now got herself a story to write, and hopefully this one’ll last a little longer, maybe even get finished. Eh? Sounds good? Well, you’ll just have to wait until you read it. I… haven’t gotten much time to start it cause I got the idea last night and have loads of homework tonight, so maybe you’ll find it later. I don’t know. Uh, yeah. BYE!!
Hearts!
Jules
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