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I Went Out Into the RainToday, I went out into the rain the crying tears, or silver darts, came down andI Went Out Into the Rain
soaked me.
Today, I went out into the darkness the menacing eclipse, or loving grip, of no light came around me and
held me.
Today, I went out into the fear the anxiety, or excitement, embraced me and
cinched me.
I went into the light one day, the hurt, or passion, warned me and
enticed me.
But I have never been as provoked as the day I wrote the word.
See Descripiton for TitleShe sits down in her chair after a long day. I mean, it wasn't that long. She's kind of a complainer. She begins her drawing. It's beautiful, isn't it? She draws with brushed ink and sliding pen. The lines forming something coherent in her life. She stops. She can't take it anymore… She slams her head down onto her drawing desk and sobs. I am real. I exist. She can't control the tears that jerk out of her eyes, The tears that drip like blood down, down down, her face, The tears that stain her drawing like wine on silk sheets. It's beautiful, isn't it? SheSee Descripiton for Title
Mynamei. Maybe myname Jackie Means that I'll never settle for less. That Ill reach myarms in frustration toward the sky And cry out for a sign from somewhere That Ill jump mybody up off of a green hill and float into the Troposphere That I'll be able to fly like in mydreams, and simply will myself up, Myeyes closed, Myheart beating in time with Mybreath. I'll feel the wind against myface andMyname
Inhale the icy stratosphere. I'll keep floating upupupup Until myhands and mycheek are pressed up against the ozone layer- The Mesosphere's a'callin myname. &
JadeI'm standing on the very edge of a tall building, and there is a dark figure behind me. The chilling wind whips my hair into my face as I stare down toward the earth. All the little speck-people stare up at me, like my bedroom mirror covered in paint splatters and magazine clippings. I hear my sister's words ringing through my ears, "Jade, this isn't right. You're going to end up getting seriously hurt or in the mental hospital…" I can't help but smile. After all, I did end up in the mental hospital. I lift up my arm (for the millionth time) to look at the bright pink scars ebbing and waning like the moon's phases up and down my arm. I cJade
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NaNoWriMo and Photography
Daily Needs
THIS IS THE MAN WHO IS MY INSPIRATION.
I've read all his fiction, if it weren't for him, I would never write.
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Desensitization, the greatest example of a creature adapting to his environment.
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
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Desensitization, the greatest example of a creature adapting to his environment.
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
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Pencils - Greatest invention ever.
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A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
--
Pencils - Greatest invention ever.
--
A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better.
My friend confessed, she passed the test,
And we will never sever.
Pure Morning, Pure Morning
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Pencils - Greatest invention ever.
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