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Captain Oblivious“Hey! What’s up? How are you?” How am I supposed to answer that when I don’t know how I am and I’m not supposed to tell anyone what’s up? I hate to sound very adolescent cliché about my situation, but Jessie’s tongue was in my mouth last night and I’m supposed to answer that question with: “Nothing. Good. How are you?” “Fine. I’m kinda freaked out about that math quiz, though.” “Chill, it’s just math... It’s not that hard.” “Maybe not for you. Whatever, I’ve gotta go study. See ya.Captain Oblivious
by ~telianathegreat
Fight“Maybe for a few weeks it will work.” I could feel my doubt. “Maybe she’ll be the one, perfection.” I could feel my fear.Fight
It never does work out just right. I’m trapped under a pile of failures. I can’t breathe. With every fight, less and less oxygen reaches my lump of synapses. I can’t breathe. I go crazy, crazy with lack of life gas. I can’t breathe.
by ~telianathegreat
A dayA day should not feel this long. A day is just 24 hours. A day is just 1,440 minutes. A day is just 86,400 seconds. It sounds long in seconds, but how long is a second? One Mississippi. Not too long.A day
You should not feel so far. You are just a few towns over. You are just in Newton. You are just 30 minutes away. By phone, you’re only a few clicks away. But I can’t call. So you’re far.
I shouldn’t miss you this much. I shouldn’t feel so strongly. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. The mo
by ~telianathegreat
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Once MoreWarm skin Meets Hearts begin To beat The air is Too sweet When ourOnce More
Lips finally touch Let's savor This Don't move Too fast I wish This would last Before life Speeds up again Before night
Reaches it's end Hold me Close Don't let go I hope you
Know My heart Will always Scream your name In each
Daydream When you
Whisper "I love you" Once more
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2 A.M.Sometimes I lay in bed And listen to the sprinklers at 2 a.m. It's summer so my window is always open That makes it easy for the cool night air to flow in.2 A.M.
Sometimes, late at night, I sneak outside To sit by the trashcans and look up at the sky. It’s in between the houses, so street lights don't interfere The only light you can see comes from up there.
And all the while I'll feel like crying Because it's then, that I know for a fact, I'm nothing But I still look up and wonder If the stars are looking back at me with similar curiosity Just like the fleck
by ~NyxNights
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- Interests: music, smiles, singing, writing
- Favourite movie: Imagine Me & You
- Favourite band or musician: The Corrs
- Favourite genre of music: Indie
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Favourite game: Harvest Moon
- Favourite gaming platform: GC
- Tools of the Trade: guitar, piano, pencil, larynx
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"Man is a rope stretched between th animal and the Superman- a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting." -Nietzsche
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"Cooper: Did you hear her? She made that speech for me, and tonight we're going to fall madly in bed.
Heck: ... She's a lesbian.
Cooper: Well, that's all right. Anyone can change teams. Well... not anyone, because I, well, I, you know, but, uh, yes."
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"Man is a rope stretched between th animal and the Superman- a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting." -Nietzsche
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