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http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?t=89396&page=3 C:
Aharhar. My children will be superior.
I want to study english lit. and photography in college, and go on to uni with them, hopefully. I'm expected all A's and in some subjects A*'s, so I want to go to a good uni. Oxford, maybe? It all depends. If my art course goes well this year, I'll be going into art at A-levels and such. Once education is over, I either want to design tattoos for a local shop, or write prose that will hopefully be published. As I said, it all depends. Oh, and inbetween that stuff I wanna travel america and meet the people I lurv <3
Teenage entities Running from the annotations in my head, Releasing a gasp in search of sympathy, Gathering the stolen memories I once shed, In an attempt to help people understand me. But it didn’t work, Nothing ever does, We’re on a rampage in a world that doesn’t listen to us. Jumping from the concept of a revolution, Who would ever think of changing this world? Alteration is not our kind of solution We are the retro boys and girls. We like be free, But I suppose everyone does; We’re on a rampage in a world that doesn’t listen to us. Killing the idea of manipulative authority, Fighting our rights to the bitter death, Loving each moment of our bloodlust glory, Crushing the standards that we know will never be met. We won’t be told what to do, We don’t hold that trust, We’re on a rampage in a world that doesn’t listen to us.
I can see the basic structure behind your poems, and the effort put into the rhyming scheme you have set up here. Perhaps you need to review your poetry by running each poem through a spell and grammar checker, as this may help them to make for of an impact/more sense. <3
Ox and rabbit. yar.
;~; my wittle panda has gone~ <3
Hmmm. I did like this, for the best part of it. It is nice to see a wider range of vocab being used in your writing, but I can't quite make sense of some lines in this, halez. I can't quite grasp the meaning of this line, and with it being the opening line, I do find it critical that I know what it means, as this is what people are going to read first and foremost, and you do want to make a good impression for what the rest of the poem is going to be like, right? This may be metaphorical, I don't know. A flashing pixelated song? Is this meant to be personification, or have you encountered some verb confusion here? I'm assuming it's personification, but I just wanted to double-check. Another vibe that I felt in the middle of this piece, was that you struggled slightly? Maybe it's just me getting picky; I'm not sure. Just remember not to go overboard, or try too hard with using an extended vocabulary. It tends to take a bad effect on the writing if you use too many metaphors to an extent where the reader has to dig deep to find the meaning behind the long words. Otherwise, cute poem halez <3
oh it's fine. whore.
I love you too, hunny. now get on msn when you can c:
tell that ***** on your profile that I am so ****ing interesting on this page that her tiny brain will ****ing explode. <3
If I could live in a home without homophobic idiots, I would.
HOLY SHAT LOOK AT THAT GIRL IN CALI GIVIN' IT THE BRAPBRAP SO GIVE HER A BEAT, WATCH HER FEET, IS THAT MAGE READY TO ROLL? 1 2 3...
alright, yourself?
I adore this plan x3
heyhey :glomp:
With her shoulders resting on one arm of her throne, and her legs thrown over the other, Larxene released an impatient sigh. The azure pools inhabiting her eyes seemed frozen into a bored stare as she chewed on the tip of her right-hand glove. On usual circumstances, she would be complaining and making her opinion on the matter of time-wasting quite clear, but it seemed that every second spent in this castle lately was wasted; no missions, no drama... nothing. Just boredom. Once the Nymph focused – and cared – enough to listen to the voices that murmured amongst the circle of nobodies, what pricked the attention of the small blonde seemed to be the name of the world Xemnas mentioned. The pridelands? What is this, a field trip or something? We aren’t children. This had better be good; I’m not spending a colossal amount of my time surrounded by idiots with half my IQ and without a grasp on the whole 'punctuality' concept. Averting her attention to her superior, Larxene repositioned her body into an upright sitting position, crossing her arms across her torso. “We’re going to the pridelands?” She questioned cynically, her voice turning firm. “Not what I would call a summer holiday.” With yet another sigh, she stretched her arms outwards, wiggling her fingers in mid-air. Small snaps of static radiated from her fingertips as she did so, sending little flashes through the sullen room.
oh it's alright, m'love. And yes! I loved the poem! <3333 Talk soon hunny <3
I wouldn't say it's about suicide, m'dear. But if you wish to interpret it into that of your own meaning, you can if you want. If you want to know what it's about ever-so much, then I can tell you on msn if you want. I'm so glad you liked it; you wouldn't believe the emotion I seemed to apply to this one, more so than the rest. I did the ending of each stanza with the word 'you' on purpose, as it seems to address the audience directly; rather than letting them read through a story, it puts them in the role of being spoken to and such. Perhaps it is part of some habit I have collected, but either way, I do prefer to write that way. <33 Hello there, old friend. Your glistening curiosity, Snapping through the animosity, Tearing through the crumbling emotions, And into the heart of the one before you, Expressing immense love and devotion, As the timing began to adjust itself, And the dust gathered amongst the shelf, You sat upwards and erect, Ignoring the dead flies, wasps, and insects, You stared forward with your beady eyes, And your swelling heart sympathised, With the riot that had erupted, Unto a child so young and corrupted, You gave your love and all your worth, To the one who had held you since their weary birth, And the arms that cushioned you into place, Squashed your warm and gentle face, As your skin grew damp from the fallen tears, That spluttered from the lips and to your ear, Whispering a dire secret, With you being trusted as the one to keep it, Locked away into your heart, With hollow promises of a fresh start, And the plans that are growing close and near, For tomorrow, next week, and the following year, A boyfriend, a fashion trend, So much change to comprehend, But you still listen, Because you are there, My little brown teddy bear.
