

The OrchidThe orchidThe Orchid
Pink white orchids bloom upon the tree their fragrance not noticed But they still smell so sweet Their petals so delicate like thin glass upon dark rock their beauty so stinging like a spray of fresh sea salt They adorn the dusty mud road like an island in the far seas Reminding every traveller of hope in their dire needs One such pink white orchid stands in the white clay vase radiating of a memory not far long past


In LoveIn LoveIn Love
The way I blush when I think of you, The way I smile when I remember your words- The way I almost wanna pass out when someone mentions you- The way I wanna go to bed early, Just so I can dream of you-
The way I wanna hold your hand, The way I write your name on my schoolpapers- The way I wish I shared every class with you, The way my heart beats faster, And the way I feel when I imagine you with me-
I'm just like every other girl, Who's ever wanted to be held by someone else- And I'm just like every story, Hoping for a love-filled
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Impossible is Nothing
sachbrush
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i'm not the best, but i'll start making you believe the rest suck!
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while we look into the mirror
we shall burn and die...
we watch ourselves turn to dust...
don't be shocked
face the truth
for the truth shall not face us
but our face will see the truth
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Life a question, answered by death.
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The crap starts here!
PMSL (pissing myself laughing)
a-sexual repoduction weres the fun in that?
i have a voice in my head, his name is fred, wats that fred, oh fred says hi!!!!
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