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~volyballplayr
BrianaJust a Memory
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Just a MemoryBabygirl, your gone now We can all see They way you made us laugh Is now just a memory.Just a Memory
Tears are given With no temptation to stop. The only thing we have Is pictures we can edit and crop.
Darling girl, I miss you so, If only you did what you said were doing You wouldn't reap what you sow.
Now the memory's of you are fresh to every ones mind. Your smile is what shines the most How you were always thankful and kind
Your grave sight is filled with roses A few carnations, and a card No one ever told me, It
by ~volyballplayr
How things used to beIt's weird to think back at all the things that were, or that could have been with just a change of mind. today i got to thinking of what might have been if i would have just told him. or done things differently.How things used to be
It's weird to think back at how i handled a situation and wish i could go back to that point in time and change
EVERYTHING that i did.
but something else that i was thinking. is that if i hadn't done the things i did
or said the things i said. i wouldn't be sitting here writing this or moving on with my life. letting go of the people
by ~volyballplayr
Stereo typeJust because I cryStereo type
doesn't mean I'm emo.
I may tease my hair But I'm not "bro-hoe"
Yea I wear eyeliner but I'm not scene.
So what I have a boyfriend however I'm not a slut
I have alot of friends, but I'm sure as hell not popular
I take a Tylenol when i have a headache but that doesn't make me a druggy.
When i go to a party I have a couple shots That doesn't make me an alcoholic.
I may wear stilletos but i'm not a stripper.
I wear dresses sometimes but that doesn't mean I'm a "girly girl
by ~volyballplayr
Deal with the DevilThe Room was dark, cold, empty. Except for the small tapestry left hanging on the wall in the corner next to the fireplace which had appeared to grow in size since the last time she was here. The room was lit abroad by a roaring fire and the crackling was almost deafening next to the silence that was nothing.. The wooden floors reflected the fiery blaze in such beauty she was in tranced by it. The room however was unusually cold for being filled with the warmth of the fire place of which it held. She felt chills go up and down her arms and legs and couldn't help but to cringe at the feeling that what she was doing was wrDeal with the Devil
by ~volyballplayr
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Morbid lustShe cuts her lips tongueing the razorblade blowing crimson kisses to the ground twine cutting of circulation wrapped around her wrist the red dripping bracelettes only her blood soul bound somewhere else she jumps suspended by the twine cutting deeper into her wrist the blood crying down her arms glistening in the moonlight she calls out to him her one and only floating in front of her demons surround he's in the middle smiling seductively as she offers all she has left dangling there helplessly it is not her time &nbsMorbid lust
by ~AlL-mY-lOvE-tO-yOu
All Things In ParenthesisSo he says to me,All Things In Parenthesis
He Says:
“I
(want to get into your pants,
wish you would shut up,
can’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock,
won’t ever commit to you,
imagine you are my ex-girlfriend every time we kiss,
think you need bigger boobs,
can’t wait until you leave,
want to fuck you senseless but
can never)
Love you.”
And me?
I was like, totally floored.
by ~Sugar-On-Asphalt
seven day letterSeven day letter written in a week, makes no sense but was written by me, so. . . What the fuck is he thinking chasing away? Gravitational pull and interstellar arrays of mega pixels written in ink, this is what they say about what I think. But the question comes back in cyclical form, paralleled like giants stuck flattened in an orb, but then again who am I but the cynic with the dread in his eye, yes that child that plays and defies,seven day letter
by ~cryptichybrid
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scratch that... 4 funerals this month...
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- Current Residence: surrounded by walls
- Interests: volleyball.. and writeing
- Favourite movie: Princess Bride & my girl
- Favourite band or musician: Red Jump Suit Aparatus, atreyu, and paramore
- Favourite genre of music: everything
- Favourite artist: umm... i have alot
- Favourite poet or writer: Claude McKay
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Shell of choice: sea shell :D
- Favourite cartoon character: Tinkerbell
- Personal Quote: Such a pretty face doesn't deserve to know how to frown - Zack Parrish
- Tools of the Trade: cameria.. pencil & paper!!!
- Website: http://volyballplayr.deviantart.com/
- AIM: Bricutiiex3@aim.com
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it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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