The first one is me(Cat Food chick) Sweetie Man(Wikus) and Sweetie Girl (Dibmaniac)
The second is me and The Fooken Fan Girl (kanda-panda-luv) She has a stuffed Wikus,I have a stuffed Dwicky! (invader zim)
Cat Fod Chick :p
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pics a friend drew of my alter ego *squee*
The first one is me(Cat Food chick) Sweetie Man(Wikus) and Sweetie Girl (Dibmaniac)
The second is me and The Fooken Fan Girl (kanda-panda-luv) She has a stuffed Wikus,I have a stuffed Dwicky! (invader zim)
The first one is me(Cat Food chick) Sweetie Man(Wikus) and Sweetie Girl (Dibmaniac)
The second is me and The Fooken Fan Girl (kanda-panda-luv) She has a stuffed Wikus,I have a stuffed Dwicky! (invader zim)
Overheard-snipets of life :)
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~as a note,this is from conversations,things Mrs.Strout said,and poems. so if you see a line you wrote,it's here becase I liked it :) not because I'm stealing it.~
You'd make a good grandmother.
Beware the pirate-ninjas,they have teamed up with the cheerleaders and Superman!
You rescued a word :)
Bring it,Aussie!...Did you just say Boing it?
....a cage of fingers....
The clothing of the city.
Nya! Nya!
I am the squea master!
Your lunch is lulling my into a place of wild distraction.
Poetry is a dream you can control.
I have a mystical closet!
Snape,Snape,Severus Snape.
You just lost the game.
There is an order to this disorder.
I feel powerful,beause now I can buy donuts.
Cliches are the kryptonite of words.
Hi.I like sweaters.
I will hunt you down and tickle you!
Hey,Cat Food Chick!Fight any evil MNU lately?
It's the sweetie man!
You're all going to be famous,and we'll be all bashful when you have a book sighing!
I'd totally buy a memor about a sandwhich!
You'd make a good grandmother.
Beware the pirate-ninjas,they have teamed up with the cheerleaders and Superman!
You rescued a word :)
Bring it,Aussie!...Did you just say Boing it?
....a cage of fingers....
The clothing of the city.
Nya! Nya!
I am the squea master!
Your lunch is lulling my into a place of wild distraction.
Poetry is a dream you can control.
I have a mystical closet!
Snape,Snape,Severus Snape.
You just lost the game.
There is an order to this disorder.
I feel powerful,beause now I can buy donuts.
Cliches are the kryptonite of words.
Hi.I like sweaters.
I will hunt you down and tickle you!
Hey,Cat Food Chick!Fight any evil MNU lately?
It's the sweetie man!
You're all going to be famous,and we'll be all bashful when you have a book sighing!
I'd totally buy a memor about a sandwhich!
Why waste the tears?
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Why waste the tears,
the ones you have saved for so long,
when you knew you would be hurt,
You knew he would not care for
you the way you care for him?
Why waste the tears,
the ones you knew you would cry,
because your friend is in his arms?
the tears are wasted on this,
you knew you were not his
Juliet, and you should
feel happy
that your Romeo,
oh, Romeo,
Is happy with
his Juliet.
the ones you have saved for so long,
when you knew you would be hurt,
You knew he would not care for
you the way you care for him?
Why waste the tears,
the ones you knew you would cry,
because your friend is in his arms?
the tears are wasted on this,
you knew you were not his
Juliet, and you should
feel happy
that your Romeo,
oh, Romeo,
Is happy with
his Juliet.
How do we know?
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I love you.
The three words that can be
deadly or pure,innocent or harmful.
They are easy to say,or type.
They are so simple...and yet
how do we know if we truly love someone?
Could it be
we just type it and not mean it?
That it is like
a game,
hitting
the right keys
to level up?
Or is it
simply because
love
is so confusing
that no one can understand it?
The three words that can be
deadly or pure,innocent or harmful.
They are easy to say,or type.
They are so simple...and yet
how do we know if we truly love someone?
Could it be
we just type it and not mean it?
That it is like
a game,
hitting
the right keys
to level up?
Or is it
simply because
love
is so confusing
that no one can understand it?
Let me end my sorrow
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She was lying on her bed, moving through twisted dreams of this world full of lies.
"I wish I could break free of this sorrow..."she whispered, as the razorblades dancing across her wrists helped to ease her pain forever, leaving nothing but her sobbing mother in it's wake.
"I wish I could break free of this sorrow..."she whispered, as the razorblades dancing across her wrists helped to ease her pain forever, leaving nothing but her sobbing mother in it's wake.
The Renga X3
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1)The charcoal wolf breaks the cold winter silence, throwing his head back to howl mournfully at the moon.
2)The teenage girl cries softly,lost in this world chaotic world,trapped within a human mind.
3)Humming quietly-noisy silence is broken.
4)The kitten playfully pushed the glass on the counter,not expecting its fall.
5)The cold breeze pf the wind made the doors on the shed slam shut.
6)Shut out of his life forever,a mother mourns the loss of her son,though he is still alive to feel otherwise.
7)Pictures soaked for memories are only left.
8)A museum of the past surrounds her while she gazes at younger faces that all belong to her.
9)The sound of shattering glass pulls all attention,silences the commotion.
10)the silence,will set you free.
11)poor sonnet: maybe it wanted to say something that would break the rules.
12)The man was wealthy but his run-ins with the law made him poor.
13)Run down with the knowledge he would never return home.
14)Tears stained the tulip outside the precious morning and mixed with the dew.
2)The teenage girl cries softly,lost in this world chaotic world,trapped within a human mind.
3)Humming quietly-noisy silence is broken.
4)The kitten playfully pushed the glass on the counter,not expecting its fall.
5)The cold breeze pf the wind made the doors on the shed slam shut.
6)Shut out of his life forever,a mother mourns the loss of her son,though he is still alive to feel otherwise.
7)Pictures soaked for memories are only left.
8)A museum of the past surrounds her while she gazes at younger faces that all belong to her.
9)The sound of shattering glass pulls all attention,silences the commotion.
10)the silence,will set you free.
11)poor sonnet: maybe it wanted to say something that would break the rules.
12)The man was wealthy but his run-ins with the law made him poor.
13)Run down with the knowledge he would never return home.
14)Tears stained the tulip outside the precious morning and mixed with the dew.
Like Rain
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I am an artist,
painting on the walls
of my mind with
shaking hands,
storing whispers in
jars as my paint.
Occasionally,
my thoughts escape,
leaking our of my mind,
wet like fresh paint
and dripping like rain,
onto my notebook's
pages and into the
World,
were everyone can seem them
these words that might
have been mine...
Alone.
painting on the walls
of my mind with
shaking hands,
storing whispers in
jars as my paint.
Occasionally,
my thoughts escape,
leaking our of my mind,
wet like fresh paint
and dripping like rain,
onto my notebook's
pages and into the
World,
were everyone can seem them
these words that might
have been mine...
Alone.
Untitled
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I feel trapped
inside of mymind,
were hazymemories and fairytales dance
to the sound of
words waiting
to be spoken.
And I'm
falling now,
fingertips scrabbling
for a small imperfection,
to so I can pull myself up and stop the fall,
not wanting to live
the hardships ahead as
I plummet to the ground.
were hazymemories and fairytales dance
to the sound of
words waiting
to be spoken.
And I'm
falling now,
fingertips scrabbling
for a small imperfection,
to so I can pull myself up and stop the fall,
not wanting to live
the hardships ahead as
I plummet to the ground.
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