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Mar 30, 2009 20:31:32 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Mar 30, 2009 20:31:32 GMT -5
Yup. Change is good sometimes. I like it. ^^
PS: Like the start of yours. It reminds me of Secret Valentine somehow. Oh I love that song. ^^
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Mar 31, 2009 17:34:57 GMT -5
Post by b√αиk on Mar 31, 2009 17:34:57 GMT -5
Yep. I know I sort of used the tune. I need to post the real one though that one is only close to it. Hehe.
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Mar 31, 2009 21:04:31 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Mar 31, 2009 21:04:31 GMT -5
Living, Breathing Angel
All I want to do is hide your stare overpowers me I can't move under your constant watch like an eagles eye sharp and precise catching everything I do
how is it possible that you can seem so utterly curious with your eyes never leaving me but lurking deep deep deep is a black hatred you are biting at the bit
Eyes so dark a shade of ebony they make my heart stop dead in it's tracks then start back up beating double the speed it previously maintained but I cannot find peace over whether it is a response to fear or to attraction
A sick attraction indeed it would be if that would be my motive for it would never succeed a lost cause you could call it for I, so plain to be loved by him a living, breathing angel
--skip
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Apr 2, 2009 20:33:48 GMT -5
Post by b√αиk on Apr 2, 2009 20:33:48 GMT -5
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Apr 3, 2009 16:14:19 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 3, 2009 16:14:19 GMT -5
Hehe. Thanks Blankiipoozerz!
Blank says: -with grim expression- "Never call me that ever again."
Skip: "What ever you say Blankiipoozers!"
Tehe.
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Apr 4, 2009 7:09:22 GMT -5
Post by Winter on Apr 4, 2009 7:09:22 GMT -5
Wow you guys are A-W-E-S-O-M-E! Mind if I join you?
Come and let us live my Dear,
Let us love and never fear,
What the sourest Fathers say:
Brightest soul which dies today.
Let's hope that our feelings will forever,
Stay the same;
Let's hope that their radiance will never,
Dull nor tame.
Stare at the stars glinting in the sky above
For they have witnessed such stories,
And fairytales of desperate Love.
Stare at each pebble of each and every river,
Then come with me, my Dear,
And help me grab each sliver.
Share with me the light of each tomorrow,
But I beg of you:
Do not spare me the sorrow;
Let us live past life itself,
And don't forget to tell the wind your delph.
Utter me in the darkness your biggest desire
And I will offer you my glee, my devotion,
Mixed as the melody of an endless choir.
Shadows may recede upon us in the hastiness of night,
In spite of that, our souls will perpetually be entwined.
Let our ardent Love forever dwell,
Never knowing what It may seek,
And let our lips eternally speak,
Of all that Love we mutually felt.
Run with me in fields of rye,
Watch the Sun and listen:
Sh 's whispering 'Goodbye!'
Then perhaps you'll hear my eternal lullaby
While our joys so multiply,
As shall mock the envious eye.
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Apr 6, 2009 16:24:13 GMT -5
Post by b√αиk on Apr 6, 2009 16:24:13 GMT -5
Wow. I think I might have cried well reading that. That's just-just. NO WORDS CAN EXPLAIN IT. That's so coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool! OMGOSH I'M SO READING IT AGAIN.
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Apr 7, 2009 15:41:20 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 7, 2009 15:41:20 GMT -5
magnificent winter!
Desert I fear I am lost ever so stranded in the midst of nothing but this bare vast expanse of arid, boundless sea not truthfully a sea but a little city a city overflowing their own crowded town populated not with humans as the mere foot of a mortal indeed would crush an the members of this petite enviroment but it is something else's habitat it is the home of a eternities worth of tiny, beautiful grains moving the speed of a sloth but are so much smaller then this odd creature that climbs at a rate so idle and slow tiny ones all so different each with a name unique inspite its size here they somehow reside in this hazy, blistering world a odd, miniscule universe yet, a perfect society unsocial mates the wee souls are together in eternal and emotionless harmony simply brushing past others on their own self serving accord not paying attention here their minds too simple to focus completely such a unknown and unspoken place --skip
{MY LEAST FAVORITE POEM EVER OMG I HATE IT. but it looks kinda cool...shapey...}
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Apr 7, 2009 17:08:48 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 7, 2009 17:08:48 GMT -5
Your Wish Is My Command
Lustful violet eyes, Sweet and sultry voice, Indigo tears she cries, But she has no other choice.
Her Goddess sent her Vison of a victim to kill, Her Sight leads to collision, But this one does not pose a thrill.
Death is calling to him, The only one she loves, Tearing him apart limb by limb, Stains of red on soft white doves.
But the Goddess's command, She cannot disobey, No power to take a stand, Her sanity will not be okay.
She whispers for many Forces, Fire, Water, Air & Night, Blood, Humanity, Earth, This plan the Goddess endorses, Will lead to tragic death not rebirth. The Elements fly from her hands, They do their work well, For they met the Goddess's plans, Who was once an angel who fell.
Now a dark & crimson halo, Smolders over his head, Darkness has crept over his human glow, She cries for he will soon be dead.
She falls to her knees and hands, Begging, sobbing, and pleading, His life; the Goddess wants her to seize, Through her power she starts the bleeding.
He is confused as he gazes at her, As she collapses at his feet, She knows she doesn't have a cure, For this young man standing in the street.
Stroking her cheek he trys to calm her, No clue yet what is going on, She cannot bear to leave him until she is sure, That he has passed and is gone.
He too falls to his knees, The wrath of the Goddess finally found, He screams in pain with desperate pleas, She wants to help but her hands are bound.
She pulls him close for his last few seconds, Staining his shirt with her dark purple tears, She feels his tendons ripping as death beckons, The Goddess pulling truth to her worst fears.
She feels his soul leave him, As he breathes in one last breath, His halo dulls and turns dim, A harsh reminder of his death. -skip-
[some of this stuff I kind of got the idea from the house of night series and some other stuff from my head and some other stuff from a cool book cover I saw at the book store. ^^]
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Apr 8, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 8, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -5
<3 Love Game <3 Turn the locks, Spin the wheel, Show me how, You really feel.
I'll shuffle, You deal, Lets get it on, But don't reveal.
Play the chips, Blank stare, Come on, boy, We're getting nowhere.
Get a bit closer, But don't you cheat, Play by the rules, If you wish to compete.
Now it's my turn, To play a card, Should have stayed home, Cause' I just played your heart.
--SKiP
{hehe.}
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Apr 8, 2009 19:26:36 GMT -5
Post by b√αиk on Apr 8, 2009 19:26:36 GMT -5
wow. i like it. i read it like twice. it sounds so cool thats why.
i'm trapped, concealed to broken to be healed. controlled by he who won't let me be my mind is his he thinks he's a wiz i'm like his pawn as he waves his wand my thoughts locked away even to this day my power is gone oh how i long for that short little bit that he defused no longer is my body mine but simply a forgotten crime i can't remember i can't see all i can recount is not being me -- blank
short but I like it
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Apr 8, 2009 19:35:24 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 8, 2009 19:35:24 GMT -5
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George
Caramel
I'm a pirate, and I go RAWR.
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Apr 8, 2009 19:40:12 GMT -5
Post by George on Apr 8, 2009 19:40:12 GMT -5
Tiny star in black sky, Wonderous, lonley, never going to STOP with a bold move, it dived from the air, going to fall, never going to STOP Little girl in the steet, caught the star, cherished it, and she was never going to STOP As she aged, on her dying breath, the star died to, the both finaly
STOPED
-Foxie
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Apr 8, 2009 20:18:42 GMT -5
Post by miss. s k i p on Apr 8, 2009 20:18:42 GMT -5
Tainted Beauty
Tainted beauty, sleek, cruel charm, works it's magic, fufilling it's harm.
How it hurts me, but comforts me still, I can enjoy the feast, but I'll still pay the bill.
Tainted Beauty, intoxicates me, my muscles are frozen, I cannot flee.
A presence so hypnotic, as it pulls me in, cool whispers hit my cheek, tingles race across my skin.
Tainted Beauty, it caresses me in the night, I let my guard down, I go without a fight.
Long shadows form fingers, they move aside my hair, they slide across my neck, now pale & cool & bare.
Tainted Beauty, how it surprises me now, it's fingers asking questions, demanding answers to may I? please? now?
I cannot think of what it might want, but am eager to please, I give my quick allowance, whatever it wants from me it can seize.
Tainted Beauty, sends its fingers across my jaw, the more time I spend with Tainted Beauty, the more blind I am to it's flaw. But the flaw is there, sure and true, the fingers coast down, latching to my neck like glue.
Tainted Beauty, it tightens it's grasp, clutching my throat, my scream coming out a rasp.
Please never trust, the tainted one, for you will come with everything, and leave with none.
--skip
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Apr 9, 2009 16:28:18 GMT -5
Post by b√αиk on Apr 9, 2009 16:28:18 GMT -5
bananas
lemony yellow with a sweet little tang slick and sticky filled with glee long and steamy bruised by thee a monkey's choice to gulp down healthy yet yummy
- blank
soooooooooooooooooooooooooo random.
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