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My TestamentI am finding myself now, between the pages of awkward memories. Other people's smiles only confirm my own insecurity.My Testament
They won't understand when I speak avidly of humans little secrets that have lost themselves in the corner's of our imagination.
I've neatly folded my beliefs into a paper plane :
-- High and mighty reasons to live,
Humble reasons to love and, Honest reasons to smile.
Fly away.
by ~MechanicalBarbies
The beginning of the end.Right here, right now, We will push out our dreams... Through laughter and breathless kisses. From now on that place they call heaven is calling us in. From now on those miles are gone. And the summer will be ours. Not even the sun can hold your smile, The winds stop to hear us breath. But boy you got it all, and it sure is worth keeping, and it sure is worth kissing.The beginning of the end.
by ~MechanicalBarbies
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you don't call me by my namesaid i wished i were frank, you asked if i'd be ok with jim or sallyyou don't call me by my name
and you never got it, no, you never caught on
just watched as your lips parted, i saw your insides
and those beautiful teeth
told me not to get too beautiful, frowned when i laughed
wind screaming for the sounds neither of us could ever make and you never listened, no, you never heard me when i
said you were what hearts were made of, you beautiful little fucker
never thought you'd love me past my skin flinched between finch feathers when
by *ohsostarryeyed
off-by-onei am squeez ing every bone in my body into just-a-little-tighter space, ever just-a-little: just-a-little-more just-a-little-less just-a-little-further just-a-little-longer just-a-little-too-slow just-a-little-too-lateoff-by-one
teeth stretch ing at the thought
of you hold ing me,
the way fathers carry their children on their toes; swamps of never-know ing yet never-needing-to-know; conflicted threads of wrong and wronger:
there's never been anything more beautiful than this.
by *ohsostarryeyed
pretty bird lostoh, sheltered little box of maple i am the spider you will never kill the wood-grained ghost sleeping by your pillow screaming so loudly for forgiveness as you sink beneath the sea of cotton and saltpretty bird lost
oh, please have some heart grow a spine i am just the callus underneath your fingers but still i never heal
oh, medicine man come cure my ills i am shaking in my heavy boots and sunken in this
river of reeds
oh, and isn't it just a lovely secret of the tangles you soak in my hair of the moon's tales it tells me &
by *ohsostarryeyed
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Earth
- Interests: Photography, Dancing
- Favourite movie: Patch Adams
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch
- Shell of choice: From the Sea
- Wallpaper of choice: Green
- Skin of choice: Freckles
- Favourite game: Zelda
- Favourite cartoon character: Mario
- Personal Quote: Even a sheet of paper has two sides
- Tools of the Trade: Nikon D90
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Have a wonderful day!
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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
Roisin: Jess has ranted and raved about your photography, and from what iv seen your really good! 8D
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Never wanted to dance with nobody but you....
-Mindless Self Indulgence
Cheers!!
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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
thanks for the watch...
really appreciated ..
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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
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No, not a photographer - an artist with a camera.
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No, not a photographer - an artist with a camera.
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No, not a photographer - an artist with a camera.
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