TodayI wrote three poems, two of which I like.
That's better than the last six months combined.
the moon hangsthe moon hangs like a pearl on the breast of the night barely obscured by the cobweb veils that drift on a breeze rich with a promise of rainthe moon hangs
Survivor's guiltSurvivor's guilt is worstSurvivor's guilt
when it was someone you knew, but barely.
We try to placate ourselves with the little memories we had, I didn't talk to him much but he was in my class he seemed like such a nice guy I knew his sister.
There are never any mights or may haves; we need to promise ourselves that we would have been better friends with him talked to him known him if this had not happened.
Then there is the secret shame for feeling nothing, for being relieved that it didn't happen to someone else, someone closer, &nbs
Triumph
Happy Birthday to me!
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"Think with your body,
Dance with your mind"
love you, emma!
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i pledge my life to you ~ iciytoon
Happy Valentine's Day
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"Think with your body,
Dance with your mind"
Merry Christmas
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"Think with your body,
Dance with your mind"
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i pledge my life to you ~ iciytoon
(different name, si si si?)
well, yeah. *watches*
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"This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful, it breaks the heart again and again."-Alexander Mccall Smith on Edinburgh
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