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Skeleton of a SongDrums beat as they form a backbone Giving the song strength to stand Bass pulses through the veins it creates Giving the song feeling Guitar wraps around and over making the muscle Giving the song movement Voices dance on top growing the skin Giving the song an appeal Lyrics open it's eyes Giving the song windows to look out throughSkeleton of a Song
by ~lrigseltaeb
Broken Glass Part 4Holding the ice pack to his head, Dodge started trying to explain the part of my family’s past my mother had worked so hard to keep hidden from me. She looked resigned to the fact that I was about to hear one of the biggest bombshells of my young life. “I doubt this but, have you ever heard of interdimensionalhibernization?” I think he could tell from the blank and clueless look on my face that no, I hadn’t. if he couldn’t, then he was even more clueless than I was. “ To put it in simple terms in means putting worlds to sleep, I guess you could say. There are world’s in our own that aBroken Glass Part 4
by ~lrigseltaeb
Co-Story Part 2My mom and I had assembled some semblance of a normal life. I did well in school, made friends, broke hearts and had my heart broken. Mom kept up a steady job but despite all that we never forgot what had happened to my sister, Jiana. She had long since been committed but we still visited her. We never got much out of the visits but it was still worth a shot. I usually avoided talking about her because my mother never got over what happened. What was worse is that no one really knows what caused her breakdown. It was several weeks after our last visit that we had had a visitor. A visitor that turned our lives around. A visitor that solved somCo-Story Part 2
by ~lrigseltaeb
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Self-ControlWhy do I always have to instigate? An impulse my opinions can't refuse, I suppose. But the acid of my tone burns a scar into my memory And I fear the chemical reaction I may have started. A catalyst;Self-Control
I set flame to the frayed ends of a cord begging to be ignited. The multicolored strings are too attractive to my eyes to resist. Before I can catch myself, I've uttered them. Thoughts pushing in line to get out. I begin before I even have a remote idea how to end. A tragic flaw for a tragic hero, except, I am not the latter. Conveying the hidden nicer sentiments Is too diff
by ~Peanut-chan
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- Current Residence: the little corner at the back of my mind
- Interests: reading
- Favourite movie: *twitch* so many!
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles
- Favourite genre of music: whatever i feel like
- Favourite artist: Hiromu Arakawa
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe!!!!
- Favourite style of art: manga
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano
- Shell of choice: cowry
- Wallpaper of choice: whatever happens to be my wallpaper at the time
- Skin of choice: i suppose the kind on my arms and legs and such...
- Favourite game: ddr
- Favourite cartoon character: ron stoppable
- Personal Quote: bite me
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i dream of a better tomorrow where chickens can cross the road without having their motives question
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I want something good to die for to make living beautiful
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i dream of a better tomorrow where chickens can cross the road without having their motives question
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I want something good to die for to make living beautiful
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i dream of a better tomorrow where chickens can cross the road without having their motives question
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