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Disterbing Images
So I’m sitting at school, thinking about all of the things that have run though my mind so far that I’m going to want to remember but I know I will forget until the next time I think them, so what do I do at the beginning of computer lab? Write them down! Hehehe I know I’m a goof ball but oh well.
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First Day Back and so Far Behind.
Ok so I just got home after my first day back at school… well the day didn’t start out perfect but it wasn’t bad either. I got up at 8:30 rather then 7:30 (damn snooze button) I left at about 10:20 rather then 9:00/9:30 (would have liked to have left at 8:30 but as that was when I woke up…) but I road my bike the whole way without having to walk it ( Read more... ) -
War Dreams
Well as has happened again and again in the past and will happen again and again in the future I forgot to write about this and I really want a record of it so I’m writing it now rather then blowing it off as I would normally do.
Wile at war I had 3 very strange very significant dreams that I had never had before… well with people I had never ( Read more... ) -
Beyond the Horizon
Chip… crack… splash…
Somewhere, on a nameless mountain looking over a nameless beach there is a statue of a girl. Once beautiful eyes set into a once lovely face look ever outward into the dawn as colors of purple, red, orange, and gold paint her pale face, lighting her features day after day as day after day another crack splits her once smooth ( Read more... ) -
Hold On...
Rip, tare, bleed…
I can hear you screaming at me, crying as you claw at my hand holding yours. I flinch as the flesh is pealed away from the muscle and bone as my blood drains from my hand moistening yours and making it slippery to hold.
But I will not let go…
I can see the tears streaming down your face as I look past you to that endless drop ( Read more... ) -
Whispering Words
The words are lost to me. I can hear that voice, the voice that whispers inspirations into my mind, setting my emotions to words and giving them a life of their own. I can hear it telling me to write, telling me to explain to the world and to my self what it is to feel this way.
But the words are lost to me. The voice whispers words of love, words ( Read more... ) -
Ramblings... startings of 'Haunted'
The cool breeze caresses my skin, like warm fingers upon my neck, like so many soft kisses brushing my flesh. Gasping I turn to catch a glimpse of that face. But the breath stops in my chest and the wind whistles in my ears…
I am alone.
I close my eyes and feel that touch, soft and fleeting, a shadow of a memory I can’t grasp. Silent tears stream ( Read more... ) -
Grind Stone...
Ok my nose is to the grind stone! I’m going to get up at 7 every morning, ride my bike to school at 8 every morning and practice, practice, practice every single day! Practice my piano, my lessons, and my sight singing and dictation!, then I’m going to come home and do my psychology and computer homework before getting online to do anything else ( Read more... ) -
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John (2/6/2007 4:24:41 AM): I can't believe it is 4 in the morning, it doesn't even feel like it
dragonshadow58 (2/6/2007 4:25:01 AM): 4 30 by my clock *grin*
dragonshadow58 (2/6/2007 4:25:11 AM): and brandon never seemed like an ass to me...
dragonshadow58 (2/6/2007 4:25:19 AM): he always seemed rather nervoes around me to be honest
John (2/6/2007 4: ( Read more... ) -
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ok so the convo was way to long ot post in one entry *giggle* so I get to put it in a few of them... I know stuborn arn't I?
dragonshadow58 (2/6/2007 2:39:36 AM): *random pokes*
John (2/6/2007 2:39:49 AM): GWah!?
John (2/6/2007 2:39:55 AM): Oh, I was poked
dragonshadow58 (2/6/2007 2:40:12 AM): hehehe get used to it I poke alot
John (2/6/2007 2:40:16 AM ( Read more... )