| Some people love my work, some people dont at all. What about you? You'd have to see to find out. Take a look. Comment. Fave. |


2AMIt's Dark, and quiet. There's not a sound to be heard. He sits out by his window,2AM
Thinking only of her.
Her lovely, dark brown hair,
The way she laughs and talks. It all seems so perfect, At 2AM.
It's loud, and noisy. A party's booming downstairs. She lays face-up in her bed, Thinking only of him.
His amazing, muscular figure, The cross he wears on his chest. It all seems so perfect, At 2AM.
If only she knew, he thought. If only he knew, she thought.
If only they knew.


Time for a changeEvery song I've written Is so depressing and somber. I think it's time Time for a change now. Don't you?Time for a change
Every song I've written is empty, cold, and anfry. Why can't I be inspired by the happy things in life?
Like the taste of your lips, under the melted, sunset sky. Or how your smile lights up my day, No matter what side of the bed I seemed to have woken up on.
I think it's time for a change, It'll happen real soon. Things'll be differend around here.. I hope you'll like it, too...
| Some people love my work, some people dont at all. What about you? You'd have to see to find out. Take a look. Comment. Fave. |
| This is my favorite poem I've written so far. |


DepressionScreams and cries are all she can say, As the tears escape her eyes, All these feelings she can’t portray, Hidden by deception and lies.Depression
She’s silent, but screaming, It’s her silent despair, She is free while she’s dreaming, It’s like nobody’s there.
A voice with no mind, A face with no soul, They are all blind, While she is not whole,
Her mind is elsewhere, For here she’s in pain, And they’re still unaware, So why bother to explain?
Depression| I have an eye for true artists, so watch out. I may fave you! |

| So yes. I am one of those freaks in high school whose friends with upperclassmen, lives for music, and dyes her hair black with all the makeup. But, I am me, and there's nothing you can do to change that. ♥ Add me on Twitter: [link] Add me on Dailybooth: [link] Add me on Purevolume: [link] Add me on Flyleafmusic: [link] Add me on Youtube: [link] |
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photography allows us the ability to find and make meaning where perhaps none exists at all.
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the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
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the odds are against us
but still we prevail
so let's open our wings
and away we'll sail
~me
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'To my friends, de name's Remy LeBeau.
To my enemies, it's Gambit!
You can go on ahead an' forget dat first name right about now.'
thanks for the
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