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Packing upToday I have to pack my life into boxes once more.Packing up
Six months here and there;
then the dust begins to settle
and it is time to move on again.
It's always hard,
looking at my life objectively,
discarding unimportant parts
taking with me
only the bare necessities.
It's surprising how much One can accumulate Objects of little value But high in sentiment. I can't bear to throw things away; I want it all to stay the same. I'm happy with the way things are.


HopeNever abandon hope It keeps our souls burning Our spirit strong Our hearts joyous. Strive for success, Happiness, Love. Remember the past But live for the future Hope for what could be.Hope


The Price of PeaceI'm in a perplexing state, Frustration running rife Coursing through me Utter emotional chaos ensuing I fumble my way through life, Making timeless mistakes Over and over. Being too niceThe Price of Peace
Giving in too easily Rolling over All for a peaceful life. I can't do it any more I can't stand being hurt You all do it - Rip out my heart, Stamping mercilessly Endlessly. I stand before you A quivering wreck My spark has gone out -
It's time to take control. I'm praying that for once I'll listen To my own guidance


The White LadyThe White LadyThe White Lady
Doctor Chloe Simmons drummed her manicured nails on the steering wheel of her car. She was sat in a tail of traffic stretching a mile back and she was getting impatient. She liked to get home at a reasonable hour; relax with a glass of wine. It was 3.30 - shed promised herself shed be home by five today. She checked her hair in her rear view mirror and felt a little unnerved by the gaunt face of her young patient staring down at his sketchbook on the back seat. Liam Holdings was seven years old; and one of the strangest cases shed had to deal with during her five years as a child psychologist. &nb
| Creativity is what I crave, in any form... I love paintings, digital art, cartoons, films, tv programmes, but my real love and passion is books. Writing is my life, the voice inside my head turns every action into narrative, everything I see is described in my head. My dreams are my greatest inspiration. I'm in my second year of an English and Creative writing course at Manchester Metropolitan University, and hope to become a publisher and, ultimately, to publish my own writing and make a living from it. I find feedback extremely useful, and would like people who read my work to leave comments on what they like, or what they think could be improved. But please, be honest. Don't tell me it's good if you think its diabolical! |
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
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~**If today was perfect there would be no need for tomorrow**~
~All of my endings are waiting to begin~
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Writing is not just something you want to do... its something that consumes you, and forces you to either give it up or face poverty and madness.
Aw, that's nice
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Lights will guide you home.
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~**If today was perfect there would be no need for tomorrow**~
~All of my endings are waiting to begin~
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Lights will guide you home.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
-Adam Savage
Just when they think they have all the answers, I change the questions.
-"Rowdy" Roddy Piper
I can't be everything to everyone. To thy own self be true.
-Thea Vidale
One day: ^E-Shark47
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~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
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~Andrea H. Rimer~
"Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul."
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~**If today was perfect there would be no need for tomorrow**~
~All of my endings are waiting to begin~
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