i want to be with him on a beach
with large smooth rocks and subtle winds
with waves almost nonexistent, with people almost nonexistent
just us and the things that keep us alive.

i want to take all his little black baggies with little white rocks
and blend them together until it becomes unwanted crinkled powder
so he can no longer lie that it is safe

i want him to take the keys to his crap ass truck
and drive me to cities lit with nightlife
we'll sit where ever they will let us sit
and we'll watch people we don't know,
describing their life stories that probably never are
but it wont matter to us

and more than anything i want to hear him sing to me again
belting awkward melodies that crash together in the most ungraceful manner

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finnaly i throw my toung into your throught

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If there's anything to say
If there's anything to do
If there's any other way
I'll do anything for you

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Quote: from Springs at 5:45 pm on June 26, 2008

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i'll post the whol e thing then and edit that to just say i've joined ok?

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pressure becomes real only the moment we acknowledge that it can affect us

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Quote: from katyrose at 5:16 pm on June 26, 2008

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For the contest, would i be able to write a song? Oh wait i dont think i can enter at my status nevermind.

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You can enter nomatter your status. You can only be a judge if you're a blue bar tho. But songs are great!

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okay ill start writing a new song tomorow.

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*~* Katy*~*

I am so psyched about this!!!!!

You are like my hero, Nora, for making this.

Writing is my favorite thing in the world (I'm writing my own novel).

I'm getting on it right away.

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Said his name was romance.
I said I'm impulsive.
Last.FM

A deep breath
Eyes close to darkness
Nose to dirt, out I step
The tan white plate under my feet
The cool feel of the bat in my hands
I am ready.

Time slows for awhile
My eyes see his eyes
His see the catchers hands
A hint of a smile
Betraying his frown
He pulls back
Releasing the object many loathe and adulate
I am the ball.

A solid crack
Time snaps back
Away flies the ball
Like a mouse from a cat
I feel the crisp air as i run
Feel te loose dirt under my feet
See the guard as i rush toward him
And over he plate
I am safe.

Next comes second, the ball far gone
No pain to be noticed from my flatout run
The next lineman looking
But no hope to stop me
I am fast.

The third is coming
I can feel its presence
Kno in my mind
There will be no resistance
Cross over the last
On my way home
I am winning.

Destiny is within my grasp
Just a few feet left to dash
No threat to my win in sight
Cross over the final base
For the last time
I am victory.

I look up
My eyes open
Over the empty field
I sigh aloud
And put down the bat
Can no longer play even though
I am The Gme.

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When the end finally comes, there will be only you and the enemy.
Hopefully what you will see will not be your reflection.

I have to get through this,
Whatever it takes,
I need support,
However long it takes,
I can't see the sun because I am so sad,
I love the rain,
Because I always down,
I never smile,
Because I can't get through this,
It is never ending,
I don't know what to do,
I will never get through,
Because I am weak,
I need all the help,
That I can get from you,
I need someone whose there,
Time after time,
I need the help of you,
Or I won't get through,
There is a black cloud above me,
Because I am so down,
But you don't see this,
Even though it's always been there,
You don't see my true colours,
Even if there black or even blue,
To get through this I need you,
To support me no matter what,
Even when the days for me are blue,
With the nights so lonely,
I've thought it through,
All I need is your help,
To get through.

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Dreaming Of A Day Where Things Are Different!
Fruitlady is my Wifey
♥The Love Group Is Back♥

Post edited at 5:05 pm on June 28, 2008 by SpRiNgS

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pressure becomes real only the moment we acknowledge that it can affect us

As I see the stars,
I wonder why,
Why this pain,
Why do I feel like this?
I hate this confusion,
I can't control it,
I wish I knew how,
Then I could be happy,
And move on in life.

As I see the moon,
I wonder how,
How others deal,
Deal with the pain,
Do they move on?
Do they stay stuck?
Or do they search,
For happiness that doesn't exist.

As I look at the night sky,
I wonder where,
Where you are,
Where's the sun,
To lighten the pain,
To show happiness,
To make people feel good,
Where are you,
People need some light in life.

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Dreaming Of A Day Where Things Are Different!
Fruitlady is my Wifey
♥The Love Group Is Back♥

As the tears fall,
I think of him,
And all the times,
That could've been,
The emotions of it,
The happiness but also pain,
All these things,
Make me cry,
As I think,
Of what might have been.

As I look around,
I see happy couples,
I think of me and him,
As if it was us,
Leaving a candle lit dinner,
Walking along the beach,
The kiss on the doorstep,
I feel a wave of pain,
To what I wish could be.

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Dreaming Of A Day Where Things Are Different!
Fruitlady is my Wifey
♥The Love Group Is Back♥

Walking down the road,
Of my past memories,
Looking at what happened,
And how it's all affected me,
Looking at how badly,
When I see them,
It reminds me of different times,
Some memories of heartache,
Some of the good times,
Then the ones of great pain,
It always makes me wonder,
Is it worth the trip?
Of going down my memory lane,
Causing emotional trouble,
Whilst remembering times,
Best left in the past.

Other times memories have faded,
They seem hazy to remember,
However hard I try,
And however bad I want to remember,
There are shades of gray in my mind,
Mostly of my good times,
Those are the most difficult to remember,
But the ones worth the trip,
Of looking into my past,
Taking a long trip down memory lane,
Just to bring a smile to my face,
Remembering the good,
However remembering times long forgotten,
It just causes pain of what I truly miss.

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Dreaming Of A Day Where Things Are Different!
Fruitlady is my Wifey
♥The Love Group Is Back♥

"The story begins in the library at the edge of Existence......."

* A tall man, appearing to be quite aged, with long flowing grey hair, comes from behind a bookcase, with a large glowing book. He looks ahead and see a group of children smiling at him. The children themselves, look quite odd, with freakish hair colors. One boy, with blue skin but silver hair tugs at the mans robes*

"Librarian Id, Librarian Id, it's storytime, isn't it? what's the story today?

Librarian Id, the old man, smiled and knelt down. "Today's story is the Rise and Fall of New Eden"

At the end of that sentence all the children went quiet.. One, a girl with completely white eyes and red skin full of scales, said "My dad said that story's forbidden"

"Well here, at the edge o the universe, it isn't my child....so let's begin..."

As the Librarian opens the book an image springs to life. An image o  a beautiful planet, full oflife and fantastical ccreatures upon it. He then speaks. "The plaent of New Eden was one of magnificence, full of beings of wonder and creautres of amazement. One o those beings, was The Wize One Idara, the leader of all of New eden. He presided over the peace of his planet, along with his son, Raah. For you see, New Eden's peace was always threatened by the evil that lay next door...

"CATACLYSMOS!? the same child, the first one to question the Librarian shouted

"Yes.....the planet Catacllysmos, a place so horrible,full of unimaginable evil. think about every evil deed, person, or creature you've ever met.now combine it into a big ball with the hatred of the yeras locked around it and you have it. The people born from that rock were all corrupt in their own way...especially their leader, Maximus Non. Non was a being born out of hate and spite between even his own parents, so of course it was no suprise the mere sight of New Eden in the horizon of his planet disgusted him. He sent the first volley of skysharks, horible creatures that fly throught he sky and tear children apart to the planet, threatening it's peace. Luckily, thepeople of New Eden fought heroically for their freedom....and thus the million year war began. Being gods, the million years didn't wear on tehm but for Idara, the constant fighting did.....escalating to cosmic propportions, weapons being made from stars, asteroids being called down upon planets, was horrible

Untilt he peace treaty was proposed. The proposed treaty was to be signed at a neutral point, on their shared moon. All the elite were gathered there, except for one. Idar wasn't as wise as he claimed to be...as he was tricked by Cataclysmos chief of illusions, Vindaloo. he was locked on their moon and saw as his own planet was destroyed by Non and his men. Idara, watching his own planet destroyed, nearly lost his mind. He wandered the cosmos in a rage, destroying whatever he came across, until he came ot the edge of reality....where he met, "The Voice". THe voice told him to bide his time, until one day.......a child would gather those together who would rebuild New Eden. he now sits at the edge of existence, waiting"

The kids looked athte Librarian, and then turned to each other. before they knew it, he was gone

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pressure becomes real only the moment we acknowledge that it can affect us