Once upon a time, who was I?
Was I brave, afraid?
Did I fear I was waylaid?
Did I smile when you saw me or did I run away?

My head hurts because my eyes hurt ( Read more... )

Okay, so I think this one would be The Dealer's Lament, unless I decide to name the other song, Dealer's duet, at which point this would become Justice's Lament, which is less percise ( Read more... )

Okay, so obviously, before I even think about livejournal rps, I seriously need to work on mastering all the various aspects of posting that I never used before.

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I need a poster board, with pictures, artistic merit, and the ability to edit it beyond recognizion of my group ( Read more... )

I suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to drop everything and become an Englich Lit major ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem a while back, but thats all I remember about it, that i wrote it. I rememebr the subject matter, it was for my Distant Wanderings musical. I remember I wrote it at work. It had two verses. I can almost recall the words.

but I forget them. And I can not find where I wrote them down.

peace peace peace, let this lead to peace

I always forget. How much he scares me.

I pretend he doesn't go here. No, I forget. And then I see him and I freeze.

How can I be brave?

When the one thing that truely scares me is a person.

Can I do it?

Can I sit in this class, despite my fear. Last time I switched out.

maybe.

This time the back of the room is mine.