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  • April 17, 2013

    Dreams On A Keychain

    I had this special keychain once. It had shiny little silver charms hanging from it, and each one had its wish. The Eiffel Tower, so that one day I’ll go to the top of it! An airplane, to tour the world.. A flower, to remind me how beautiful simple things truly are. And, of course,…

  • April 14, 2013

    Take Me

    Here, take it. Take it all. Take whatever’s left of me. Take all the dreams, nightmares, laughs, cries, and everything that makes me, me. Take the pain, take the sanity. Take whatever you can handle, as long as it’s not without me. Take my smile, take my tears. Take the very soul of me. Take…

  • February 11, 2013

    Journey to the Stars

    There has been a light In my eyes And I never got to see it. I never knew what I was capable of Until I felt every ounce of emotion That’s ever been listed in the dictionary. I never knew that everything I felt Would be stored in my heart forever Sometimes, I wonder what…

  • January 12, 2013

    Drunk

    Drunk

    I tell my body to go right It goes left What am I? Drunk. I tell my eyes to see through the blur It frames it What am I? Drunk. What am I? Sober. No, confused. I must be drunk.

  • January 10, 2013

    Fluffy GCC

    Fluffy GCC

  • January 5, 2013

    Possession

    Possession

    Do you know what it’s like to be possessed? To have no control over your brain, body and muscles? To have no idea what tomorrow brings? No, you don’t. I do. I know what it’s like to be possessed. It’s no demon when described, but it’s the same feeling of horror. I wake up in…

  • January 5, 2013

    James Dean

    James Dean

  • January 4, 2013

    The Artist

    The Artist

    To be an artist is to know how to handle a paintbrush To be an artist is to have a story to tell To be an artist is to go through as much as you can, and throw it on a canvas. To be an artist is to tell the difference between red and yellow…

  • December 24, 2012

    Rear-view Mirror

    Rear-view Mirror

    It’s one of those days Where you take a peek at the rear-view mirror One of those pointless days Where you can hear the pure giggles of a happy little girl Where’s that innocent little girl? I can’t seem to find her I can’t find anyone, actually. When did I get on this highway? Last…

  • December 4, 2012

    I Don’t Know

    I spot a girl through the window, and go to say hello. Hello; what are you doing? “I don’t know” Who are you waiting for? “I don’t know..” Well, what do you know? As tears build in her eyes, she says once more; “I don’t know!” I reach to touch her, comfort her.. But my fingers…

  • November 16, 2012

    April

    Don’t worry about me, I’ll keep myself warm this winter Don’t worry about me, I grew stronger since last winter Don’t worry about me, I know you’ve got my back Please, don’t worry about me; ’cause I’m getting back on track How’s heaven? I just wanna ask.. It’s just that April’s stuck on my mind…

  • November 6, 2012

    White Bird

    I had a choice to make, one day I had a choice in what to say And everything definitely led me this way.. But where’s the U-turn? I can’t see it! If I turn left, will I get hit? It’s like driving in fog, the lights are dim And I can’t turn on a whim…

  • October 25, 2012

    Society

    What do I see? I see it all The talking, judging, lying faces behind the walls I see it all Every person has this idealism they see fit Something they can generalize with, something they find “legit” What’s this cycle of role-playing that’s going on here? You think you’re all that? You think you’re such…

  • July 27, 2012

    Moments

    Some things in life, define you. Whether it be how you were raised, the fact that you don’t put sugar in your green tea, or that your favorite color’s red. These little things can turn you, into you. But it’s not those things that really define you. So, what does? It’s a lovely little thing…

  • June 5, 2012

    Me & My Abaya

    It’s me & my abaya today, all day, everyday. It’s me & my abaya, lurking the streets day by day. It’s me & my abaya, strolling to the bookstore. It’s me & my abaya, shopping, being a bore. My one and only companion, like a shield it protects. My one and only part, that covers…

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