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Hey, missus (; It's been a while, eh? How are things? I hope you and your sister are doing well. Get on msn when you can for a catch up,...

About Me

I like comedy movies,
I’m not generally fun,
I’ve got my head in the clouds,
And I’m walking on the sun
Shine my light out at night
Because I’m scared of the dark,
I’m popular with my peers,
‘cause I’m up for a laugh.

I keep myself quite busy,
I’m not on popular demand,
I’ve got my speakers turned up loud,
And I’m singing in my head,
I feel like,
I’m a star, gonna make it someday,
I’ll be the next Frank Sinatra,
Gonna do it my way.

I like to jump up and down,
I’m excitable at times,
I’ve got my mind working over,
And I’m busting out some rhymes,
I’ll pause for a second,
Just to check the time,
Because I’m always late for something,
And end up getting left behind.

This is just a little bit of coverage,
I’m not one to exaggerate,
I’m telling you the truth
Now don’t try and relate,
I might make up some stories
Because they’re always a lot of fun,
Now I’m a mixed up kind of person,
But isn’t everyone?

I made three random poems over the first three staff members that came to mind.
No offense was intended, just fun.

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Trolls are trolling,
Noobs are noobing,
Premiums are jolly,
And Wolfie is brooding,
Although it isn’t her fault;
Don’t pin the blame,
She’s naturally moody,
And it’s quite a shame.

Harriet is reading,
Writing, and more,
Posting up pictures,
Curls galore!
She tries her best,
To keep calm and nice,
But soon will be the moment,
Where one will not think twice,
A deep sigh,
Twitch of the eye,
One of these days,
A noob will die.

Styx is arguing,
It’s his usual way,
Keeping discussions on track,
And trolls at bay.
People have mixed views,
Is he good or bad?
Have I fapped over the vagina,
That he never did have?
He’s a mystery of a man,
But don’t be wary;
He’s not always so mean and scary.

Strangely enough, love, a lot of people feel like that. Add me up on msn, as the site is slow. glassapple@hotmail.co.uk ...>:C I wanna...

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Remember me?
Of course you don't, darling.
timexhasxgone ? Remember that *****?
...That's me! ;D

Hope we can chat some. [: <3

It's no problem, hun. I understand. Just read when you will enjoy reading, because that's what it's written for, isn't it? For it to be enjoyed?...

End Phase
Lock-down​

L is for the way you lash out at me.
O is for the one person you let me see.
V is for how you’re very, very scary.
E is for how I feel so empty.

~​

Her eyes were different, somehow.
Like she was tired, and wanted to get something off her mind. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but noticing such a change in a person I hold so close to my heart is quite frightening. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but sadly, I was speechless. I could barely rasp a single breath of air before she grabbed me, and pressed her lips to mine.
She was cold, so cold. I couldn’t comprehend what she was trying to prove with the kiss, or whether it was out of raw emotion that she longed for the contact we had made.
Was this to prove she was real? To prove she still likes me as much as she did two months, one week, and three days ago? Was this act a pure compulsion, thriving on the love she once promised?
“I’ve missed you, Becky.” I whispered as she let go, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. She smiled at me, her eyes level with mine, as we remained the same height. Although I knew that she wore flats, and the soles of my trainers lifted me an inch or so, I still liked to believe we were the same. I like thinking we have things in common, even if it is lying to myself.

~​

I let her lead me as she held my hand, smiling as I gazed at the sky, and the stars that breathed through the night. It was a blissful moment, one that I hoped to never end.
But all moments end, and their endings hit you smack-bang in the face when you least expect it. Kind of like an elastic band; when you pull it, pull it, and pull it until it snaps right back at you. It stings, you can’t get it back to what it was, and mostly, you really didn’t expect it to happen so suddenly.
But I suppose that’s life, in the end.

~

Have you ever listened to the clouds,
As they whisper to the stars,
They protect their small sparkles,
And tell them how beautiful they are.

~​

The mismatched chimes of oncoming announcements awoke me from my sleep. It was dead in the lobby, without a single soul to pull me away from where I lay, lounged across several torn seats and a miniature coffee table. Becky was still at the ticket booth, registering our names with the old woman behind the computer. It seemed like I’d been out for a good hour, where in reality, it was mere minutes of eye closure. Like a pro-longed blink, so to speak.
I could feel my eyelids closing once again, seeming far heavier than humanely possible. But still, I attempted to keep them open, and once again failed. This time, I was out for good.

You’re a coward for running.

I jumped from my position, only to slam the back of my head into the back of my makeshift bed. I was choking for air, staring around blankly as I straightened myself into an upright sitting position. Swallowing, I smiled as Becky approached me.
“It will be here in about three minutes or so.”
“Great.”
“You’re quiet, Emma...”
“I’m just tired. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, it’s just-” Pausing, her gaze fixated itself on the tunnel several metres away. “Never mind, here’s our train. Are you ready?”

...Was I ready? It was quite a question. I didn’t know whether I was, despite the two months of thinking and planning I had endured, I was still considering the option of backing out completely.
Was it right to run, run away and not return? Claim my own death, and the death of a loved one, all in hope of peace?

I’m Emma. Of course I can do that.
And I did.

I took one step from the platform, to the train, and listened to the hiss of the closing metal doors behind me. Now I was free, I was free from everything that home had to offer, and open to the air of another new city. New sights, sounds, smells. New people. Everything.

I was free, and nothing could stop me.

~​

Have you felt freedom?
It’s smooth,
Drips between your fingers like wax,
And hardens at your feet.
It catches all the words your mind has echoed,
And places them in one obsolete sound,
A sound that can never be heard,
Never ignored,
Never remembered,
And yet never forgotten.
Freedom is your best friend,
And your worst enemy.
It’s the drug that keeps you alive.
It’s life.
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XXX​

Authors Note: I took my time on finishing this, didn't I? Well, That's it, I suppose. I must thank the users Cariad, Aura, and Styx for the reviews. Support plays a large role in my confidence in writing, so thank you all for that.
I hope you enjoyed this, and will look out for any future pieces I may post.

Ciao <3

You'll just have to wait and see. Thanks for reading.
Yes, all phrases that are uncredited are my own creations. I'm glad you like them. [:

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Phase 12
Wrought-iron reunion.​

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Love is not admiration,
It is the ability to let someone go,
And never look back.

~​

I’ve always been a good liar. A good faker. A drama queen.
I never doubted myself once when I shed those frail crocodile tears; I was searching for a good enough reason to sob my heart out, anyway.
You believed me, too. Comforting me like that, with that half-arsed attempt at hugging me and telling me that things would be okay.
I was going to write a suicide note. But, as per usual, I wasn’t strong enough to hurt you like that. So I’m just going to let you read this as I metaphorically smash your failure in your old withered face, and rub salt in the wounds left behind.
I’ve escaped.
Ha.
I can bet you that at the time you are reading this, I am on cloud nine, that I’m soaring, that I’m happy for once. I am with the love of my life, and I am happy.
You wanna know how I know this will all work? Because that bridge half a mile east of here has my name written all over it.

Bet you didn’t see that one coming, bitch.

Well. Enjoy your life. Waste is away with alcohol and cigarettes; they are the only things left in your life you can depend on to get the job done. You’re like a walking ashtray, coughing the tar and phlegm from your lungs whenever you’re not adding to it with those damn cancer sticks.
As for the alcohol, well, you can have it; you always loved it more than me. Remember the time you traded me for a bottle of Jack Daniels when I was only 6 months old? You were shitfaced, and wanted some more booze. Heck, the one who gave you that bottle of crap was dad. Well. My stepdad.
I hate calling him both of those words. It implies that he cares for me.

Well, I’ve gotta go now. It’s about time I went.
Ciao, whore.

I smiled.
“Now that’s more like it.”

***​

The air was rushing past me, whipping my black hair away from my face with one swift swipe. I could feel it hitting my teeth, sliding across my tongue, and gracing the innards of my throat. This is what I wanted: to get away from it all. And I swear, this was my final attempt.

“...fucking early...”I sighed as I checked my watch, the exasperation of air seemingly unheard above the midnight traffic. My nerves shook under my goose-pimpled skin, forcing me to distract myself from what plans patched themselves together in my mind.
I glanced to the nearby railings; they must have towered a metre or so above me, causing my head to tilt as I read the graffiti that smothered itself across the bars.
“Emz nd Bekz 4 lyf”
I cringed slightly at the idiocy that took the form of my name. Why did I write my name on the bridge? What was I, 12? Of course not. I did that two months back. I was love-drunk.
Heck, I did say that this bridge has my name written all over it. I was right.
Just as a smile caught my lips, she appeared.
Unexpectedly, completely alone, she appeared from the shadows of the iron framework.
“You’ve always had a habit of either being late, or being early, haven’t you?”
“...Becky?”
“Got that right.”

~

I was once told that love didn’t exist,
That the butterflies in my stomach were in my imagination,
I forgot those words on our first kiss:
You triggered my revelation.​

I've been wanting to say this for a while, and I think many will agree with me when I say:

derp


kdone.

Dear Shawn, FFFFFFFFFFF- SERIOUSLY? ...Hello thar. <3 Love, Emzy

Dear Shawn, OH MY GOD, WHAT WHAT WHAT? Love, Emzy

Some british references used.

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Cycle

I’m gonna wake up one morning,
Feeling fine,
Leave the council flat,
To waste my time,
Dealing heroin on the streets, above urban decay,
Because gold doesn’t get much purer than smack-cocaine.

I’ll hop on a bus,
Kiss the air goodbye,
Sit down on my seat,
Stretch, yawn, and rub my eyes,
Deal in a few of my hot-spot places,
Kick it back in the bookies to catch up on the races.

I’m gonna visit my people,
Frankie, Sully, and Kree,
You don’t wanna mess with them,
The guys with sets of all-gold teeth,
Bangin’ in their Vauxhalls and Ford Capri’s,
Eyes bloodshot with bags hanging down to their knees.

I’m gonna lay awake at night,
Feel that pain,
Wipe my eyes,
Listen to the car alarms and pouring rain,
Argue with the council to up my pay,
And start this cycle all over again.

Best Friends ~ Amy Winehouse

We only communicate when we need to fight, but we're best friends, right?

You're all boring.


******s.

..Love. :3

Your nose is beautiful <3
As are you.
Put the tiara on, and turn me straight.

That is one seeeeexy murtherfurkern tie right thar.

Dear Shawn, Eh. Arguing with friends. Not much, otherwise. Love, Emzy