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Wishes of HopeSomeone once asked me if you could have a wish what your wish would be. I began to consider their question when it struck me. Are the ideas that go through my head really my ideas? Do I really want to own a mega-corporation, do I really want multiple houses all around the world, do I want to be rich, or do I want to a pianist, a singer, a writer, all these I asked myself and I came to the conclusion that I have no wish; and if forced to make on that I would wish to be only myself not any more not any less. It was to my dismay that I realized that all these wishes and goals that individuals set for themselves are only that, just goals and wishWishes of Hope
by ~frozenraytheon
With a Warm TearTears of the moon caress the concrete parking lot around me, creating new shadows and imperfect reflections as the puddles grew larger and larger. At first it was only the sound of a train off in the distance and the lives of people unknown to me traveling home on the highway. The sounds of their passage grow louder and dimmer as they pass me by. The sound of countless people living their lives was then lost to me, the sound of water falling upon water clearing away all the signs of life around me. The only loud and clear noise was the water falling against the top of the parking lot light that illuminated the night erasing the stars from myWith a Warm Tear
by ~frozenraytheon
Crystal MoonThe sleepy reflection of the moon drapes over the view from my bedroom, the soft light of the moon playing tricks on the lake water. A crystal necklace spins and glimmers softly as it dangles from my fingertips, a soft mixture of colors filters through the crystal given life by the pale light of the moon. The cool spring’s breeze rustles the curtains beside me and spinning the crystal evermore. I gaze deeply into the crystal as the colors mix and unite creating faces of my friends. Each side of the crystal a collage of all the faces of my friends past and present, each side filled with images caught in time. The crystal slows its spinning asCrystal Moon
by ~frozenraytheon
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What If I Said I loved You?I wonder what it'd be like, to be held tightly in your arms.. Safe from all the worlds harm.. I wonder what you'd say, If I told you that i love you... what would you then do?? I wonder what it'd be like, if I were to be with you.. It would be a experience brand new.. I wonder what it'd be like, to get to see you everyday, with feelings that would never sway.. I wonder how it would feel, if your lips I got to kiss,.. Would be a feeling I would miss? I wonder what i'd do... If I got to be with you..What If I Said I loved You?
by ~icstarsnureyes
Intensity“Just do it, go on, tell him!” “Drop it Maddy, I’m bored of everyone telling me what to do!” “If you don’t I will, its been going on for too long!” and before she had even finished speaking she got up off the bench and went towards Tom and Billy. Lisa ran after her and pulled her back. ‘I’ll tell him when I’m ready!’Intensity
She said it too loudly because Tom looked up and was staring at them. “Who are you going to tell what?” he asked. “Nothing, just go back to your music!” Maddy looked at her and sat down next to Debby. Lisa glanced over at Tom and they smiled at each other.
Tom had a cut on his ch
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- Current Residence: Grand Prairie, Tx
- Interests: Everything, and yet nothing; how long can u keep my attention?
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- Favourite band or musician: Nobuo, Maaya Sakamoto, Utada Hikaru, BOA, S.H.E, and Mai Kurikai
- Favourite genre of music: w/e, just not country
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