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Anthology
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By:
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Dragonbebe
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Mood:
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other
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Date:
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05/12/2008 15:02:43
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Music:
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None
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Mosh Pit
Let go
let your hair down
shake it out
rattle your brain
give your neck a reason to complain tomorrow
let limbs fly
feel the pulse of one hundred hearts
let the music carry you away
out of reason
out of your mind
allow ourself to move
shake, jump, push, punch
fall if you need, fly if you can
let hands carry you
get excited
let the moment stir you up
you know the words
you feel the beat
you taste the sweat
the adrenaline is screaming in your veins
you give in to the joyful madness
you let go for once
A Friend or a Mirror
When she looks into the mirror
I don't know what she sees,
But I can tell you it's not anything close to reality.
She's beautiful on the inside
And gorgeous on the outside
And it makes me want to scream sometimes
Because she thinks that's all a lie
What has society done
To distort the image in her mind?
I can tell you she is one of the most amazing friends
I've had the privelege to find.
Today her confidence is crushed,
And she feels trapped once more,
In the body she felt happy with only moments before.
So I will be here for her now
In case she needs a friend
Instead of a lying mirror
To show her who she really is.
Im Sorry
im sorry who I am isnt good enough
im sorry my best doesnt count
whatever i do never amounts to anything
thanks for tearing me down
thanks for accusing my of lying
thanks for telling me i dont care
thanks for yelling at my effort
im sorry if my tears make you swear
you do so much for me
that I cant deny
but if you loved me i dont understand why
everything i do
isnt good enough for you
but ill show you one day
though i do not fit your standards
Ill be someone you never dared to be
and that person will be good enough for me
By the River
Alongside a river a fawn quietly stood
She bent down to drink there deep in the wood
When her lips touched the surface she drank deeply her fill
Naively trusting the wood to be still
Little did she know of the creatures bred to kill.
Under the river’s reflection the creature stared
Waiting to catch the fawn unprepared
In one flawless motion, controlled and quick
In between teeth the fawn twisted and kicked
But the flame was extinguished, now wax and a wick
Darkness reclaimed the throne once the sun disappeared
The land grew silent as shadows drew near
The laughing river was desperate to silently weep
Careful not to wake the boy who did sleep
Dreaming of monsters who wait for him in the deep
Under the covers the boy shivered and shook
Sweat dripped down his back; he was too scared to look
Slowly he exposed his two frightened eyes
Too young to know better but too old to cry
He lie in terror waiting for the sun to rise
Twilight
Who will go?
Who will tell her?
Surely not I.
For I know the tears that fall when she cries.
Not sorrow, not joy, but emotion to be sure.
In fitful slumber she dreams of a cure.
Why should she know it will kill her?
Who will go?
Who will tell him?
Surely not I.
For I know what lurks in his vampire eyes.
Not love, not hate, but passion to be sure.
A feeling so strong it will constantly burn.
Why should he know it will kill him?
Who will go?
Who will tell them?
Surely not I.
For I know what rises like smoke to the skies.
Not goodness, not evil, but power to be sure.
They have locked away secrets behind many doors.
Why should they know it will kill them?
I Miss the Keys
miss the keys...I miss tats...I miss parasailing...I miss sunburn...I miss three cheeses and stuffed crust and definitely cool ranch and cheddar...I miss crazy but true coincidences...meeting at Wendy's and falling off wave runners...I miss jacuzzis and pina coladas...I miss driving in the waves during the storm...I miss sunsets...I even miss the stairs...I miss our secret place...hide and seek...lying on lounge chairs by the beach to watch the approaching lightning...I miss the solitary bliss broken by a knock...I miss encouraging words...I miss cookies...I miss cool people with ugly shoes...I miss the party we never went to, supposedly it would've been the greatest time of our lives...I miss trying to sleep outside on a lounge chair...I miss perplexing configurations on the balcony...I miss pillow fights...I miss the broken gate(our little secret)...I miss hotel key games...throwing and diving for it...I miss playing volleyball and mostly just saying sorry to stand by-ers...I miss the tiki huts and hammocks...I miss lake suprise and the other place I now call double island getaway...I miss sleeping on the "L" shaped couch...I miss the Abercrombie model and his friend and the "nice eyes" guy...I miss the highlighter airplane at the sandbar...I miss the vintage shops and one way streets...I miss shirts with crazy sayings, even if you think just like someone else you know...I miss group hugs...I miss wind that blew sand in my face and was so strong I looked like those models with their hair blowing back...I miss cute moms and uncute/supercute girls...I miss no makeup...I miss wild hair...I miss tanlines, even farmer ones...I also miss those goggle tans...I miss tubing and falling...I miss singing Relient K, M Chemical Romance, Moulin Rouge, Phantom of the Opera, and just plain singing...I literally missed the hotdog...never got to go on it...I missed seeing Eric get thrashed by it too...I never saw dolphins...I miss the keys...
Time for Change (Ready or Not)
Lingering in memories so frail and so precious
I cannot help but feel despair.
To feel a loss I cannot define
My happiness seems to have faded with time
The light gone from my smile
From my eyes
Ages have passed
In just a few short months
So much has changed
It is difficult for me to accept
Change is inevitable, but
The pain is incredible
I was never one for change
So I linger in memories
That never change
Their constant reassurance
That a life better than this once existed
A more joyful time had once occurred
And can resurface if given time
Time and change
Change is how I met you
Change is how we became close friends
Change is how you're different now
Change is how I know you're different
Yet I am the same
Someday I will change too
And there is nothing I can do
Being helpless brings me pain
And time has brought
Only memories for me to treasure
Be Courageously Vulnerable
To let your guard down
To open your heart
To let the words flow
To think out loud
Requires more courage
Than a mind in control
Than a body held back
Than a silent mouth
Than a cautious heart.
Taking chances and
Taking risks
Are better than
Taking time and
Taking precautions.
When it comes to freedom
When it comes to hope
When it comes to love
When it comes to life.
I Wish
To cling to hope where joy is ephemeral
To prosper even in limited opportunity
To smile through a broken heart
To look beyond failure towards success
To stand up after every fall
To give thanks in torrents of jealousy
To refuse instinctive conformity
To trust, risking deception
To find beauty in corruption and filth
To know life is worth living
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