your beautiful star boy has gone and exploded
himself so he can shine as a supernova and
light up the night sky.
[it's too bad he's too bright to look at.]
sincerely,
me
--
okay, so in my Earth Science class, we're
learning astronomy now, about the stars and
gallaxies and the universe, so now i have
all of these beautiful interstellar thoughts
reverberating inside of my skull.
coupled with my tangle of emotions, I should
come up with some really nice poems :]
a few of you may be asking, "where is the
real art?"
well I've been drawing, and I have a few
pieces I would like to submit, but...
no scanner :[
so for now, just poems.
--
goodbye, my almost lover
goodbye my hopeless dream,
I'm trying not to think about you;
can't you just let me be?
so long my luckless romance,
my back is turned on you.
should've known you'd bring me heartache.
almost lovers always do.
"Almost Lover"
A Fine Frenzy
Devious Comments
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
a wolf mixed with some othertype of animal?
It could be anything,
maybe even human?
--
Civilization and Its Discontents.
"Each man kills the thing he loves." - Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
Alright!
But the date isn't set for shure.
--
Civilization and Its Discontents.
"Each man kills the thing he loves." - Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
So will you enter?
--
Civilization and Its Discontents.
"Each man kills the thing he loves." - Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
--
Civilization and Its Discontents.
"Each man kills the thing he loves." - Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
--
\"Those are sweet words, but life\'s no fairytale.\"
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