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Underneath a green sun.I have discovered flaws are perfection And perfection is irrelevant. I shall skip across the styrofoam path Looking at plastic trees and tinfoil clouds And I will wait for you. I will always wait for you.Underneath a green sun.
I have found that my heart could never break Because I used way to much superglue at our previous encounter. I will dance in raining apple juice And I will slip across the pudding slides While falling onto a pile of roasted marshmallow. And I will miss you. I will always miss you.
I have lost my inner demons along the road of reminiscing I wonde
by ~mjthinkpink
Simplify your meaning.Might I compare myself to a summer'sSimplify your meaning.
day? Not the one full of everlasting warmth, ready for
you to bathe in. No, might I compare
myself to a humid, sticky nightmare? Where fabrics cling to you in a unwelcome and vicious embrace?
Might I compare myself
to a newborn's open eyes? Unable to see the aluminum sun and dew-kissed field, because all they
see is death and
closure, doors locked and silent screaming. Food they'll never devourer, liquids that will never quench that n
by ~mjthinkpink
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11. Thirty Three PercentDear Tom,11. Thirty Three Percent
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s been quite a while, yeah. A while since I didn’t call you “Sir” or “Mister President.” Do you see what’s going on just below your haughty, arrogant smile? Come on, Tom, or should I say Sir now? Even in a letter between people who would have once called each other friends? Do you remember those days, Tom? We sat next to each other in every class, grinning at the girls and putting off our futures. Let’s take a little trip into the past, Tom, to those days in those classrooms, pretending to learn.
Now that I’ve got your
by ~Longjump
That Old PorchI hate you. That’s what she shouted to me before she slammed that wooden door in my face. And that’s when the hinges of the storm door broke from her second slamming. I knew I should have replaced them when I had the chance. Now it was too late; they snapped and the door fell down onto the porch.That Old Porch
Come to think of it, the porch was rotting too. Made of wood. I was supposed to fix that last summer. If I had leaned against that railing when I opened the door, it would have fallen in… just like that damn storm door.
Maybe that’s why she left… Maybe she knew it would all fall in eventually… &
by ~Mystic-Viper
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Spidey Sense
I think we have some goodness, my dear friends. But not being able to write about British Aliens is probably not too hard, but hey, it might just me, I do love aliens. And tacos. DANG I NEED TACOS IN MY STORY! And I need to filler it up some, I'm thinking they're going bowling, hazuh hazuh. My nano account is in the link thinger (I hope) So writing friends-er me, si tu plais?
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- Current Residence: On the Twister mat. WITH RAINBOW SOCKS!
- Interests: Books, Writing, Acting.
- Favourite movie: Push, Pride and Prejudice
- Favourite band or musician: Matchbox20, Rise Against, Sick Puppies, The Beatles, Linkin Park, Say Anything
- Favourite game: Naruto: Clash of the Ninja [Revoulution]
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Personal Quote: Is it? Is it /really/?
- AIM: mjthinkpink
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I could relate to your story in a few ways and you sort of captured the feeling really well, I feel as though I understood, to an extent anyhow, might not have understood /your/ feeling but yeah x3
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