This is what I want to do
When I don't want my journal
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A stone-cold stare greets a haggard reflection ( Read more... )

Today, a woman greeted me with ( Read more... )

Have you ever wanted to tell someone about your life? Did you ever think it was interesting enough to be in a book? Of course, we never think our lives are good enough to be printed. But what if it really is? I want people to read about me as I come of age. I want people to relate to me. I want people to think "Yeah, I remember when my life was ( Read more... )

For those of you with little regard ( Read more... )

This is the last call for the final ( Read more... )

The player piano ends it reel ( Read more... )

Yet his words make no sound
And his pen crafts no art,
Do nae consider him deceased.
Quiet contemplations yield his
Mightiest creations, words as blades
Of blazing fury shall soon sear
These mighty heavens apart
Only to clash with one's guard
As she sears in a far different manner.

Time never looked so deceiving ( Read more... )

Who would ever so dare
As to set eyes upon
Words holding nothing
But the weight of one
Young man's heart?

Who would ever so dare
As to shed one single
Shread of any sort
Of worldly compassion
Over his moving lyrics?

None would ever so dare
As to expose the slightest
Bit of significant care.