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In the process of deleting a ton of old entries.
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All I ever was, turned to dust.
Faces lost and friends forgotten.
Memories shared, and smiles faked.
And though you may sit and weep,
the world will carry on without you.
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More poetry.
Tbqh, I wrote this on a whim, and I'm not sure if it's any good. Whatever. It's fucking 2am, what do you expect? :P
Act I
The air is heart-stopping, lung-flooding.
Thick.
Drowning in what’s supposed to give me life.
Traitor.
Trace your name in the dust.
Love.
Stunned at the events to come.
Exhale.
Act II
Waiting is harder than it sounds.
Tears.
Forgetting is ( Read more... ) -
Loathing
I write again! I wouldn't say I found my ~muse or anything, but I wrote 2 things tonight. Here's one of them:
Loathing
Destruction. Oblivion. Darkness has won over your jaded heart. A desperate attempt at really living and you will fall in 3... 2... You never made it to the end. Rest your weary head in your hands and cry out. Cry for all the wayward ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Facets of a Hero
Fighting for what you believe is right, even if it goes against the dogma of the masses.
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Help please!
I really want to write something right now.
A poem, prose, fic, SOMETHING.
I just have no idea what to write.
Please un-block my writer's block.
There are cookies if you do!
Thank you!
-Nikki -
I write?
I decided to try my hand at writing slash. Ryden, of course. What else? Hahaha.
I don't know if I like it or not, but, here it is.
Title: Something More
Author: Me.
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05.08.2008 Honda Civic Tour Review
Thursday morning, I woke up at 6am in order to be ready to leave by 9am. Where was I going? New York City to go see a Panic at the Disco show with Lex. I figured, we’d meet, maybe it’d be awkward, we’d see Panic play, and then we’d leave.
Boy. I have never been so fucking wrong in my life.
So we finally got down to Roseland Ballroom at about 1pm. ( Read more... )