Unstoppable AdventureHe stood there with one foot leaning against the wall. Wearing his black leather jacket, he became more focused in my view as I came nearer up the street.Unstoppable Adventure
The next part I can't describe how I feel. I look at him and I want him, I want to run across the road in front of a moving car if I have to, just for him to catch me in his arms.
When I see him I feel something that I've never felt, which is the cause of my writers block. I'm unable to capture the wonderful moments and spontaneous things we do together, as I still cant believe I'm with you, I can't put it into words.
This feeling is unusual, as it is a mixture o
High School 'Love' and OursDifference between High School 'Love' and OursHigh School 'Love' and Ours
I've complained, whined and created a mindset filled with despair that I will walk alone through the valley of teenage years, where young couples linger on the cobwebbed stairwell, by shadowed corners and translucent bike shelters. Were I see them acting, performing to an invisible audience for the need to put on a show, a lie. They play two 'lovers'; with him running his hands up and down her back and her rubbing her lips all across his mouth, the typical stage, television 'make- out' scene that just makes you want to be sick.
I know I'm only 15 years and have many ye
The Stone GardenI once walked alone Along a path bricked black That ran through a stone gardenThe Stone Garden
I saw a familiar old women Solitary and miserable she sat Next to a cage filled with doves
The path wound around Through the dead branches Cutting, scratching me with every move
After Waiting and walking
Seemed like forever in the cold A light shone through the dark trees
The path turned white Appeared the coloured butterflies The cage was open and the doves flew free
A kindly hand appeared
Next to the familiar old woman She sm
It's in the Eyes.It is a basic fact that humans cannot live a full life, without interaction. We need that eye contact to remind us that we do exist, that our presence is acknowledged in society. We need it the same way that we need oxygen in our lungs.It's in the Eyes.
By refusing to acknowledge the presence of a person, you deny their right to being human and a right to sanity. Because if no one looks at you, and I mean really looks at you, then you start to question yourself: If no one else can see you, then it must mean … that you don't exist…
Rene Descatres once said something along those lines. He wanted
Come and DanceNight creeps over you as you gaze out to the dark mass of trees in front of you, the forest. Over the shimmering stream, glimmering in the moonlight. Silver streaks falling across the great pine trees looming overhead. Silver streams running along the branches, crawling through the ground. Always moving. Always dancing. A kind white eye watches over the intimate and alive forest with a gentle look, protecting the creatures within from above. Beckoning you to come and play. Promising to watch over it all. It speaks to you. “Come and dance with us.” “Come and dance through the trees. Dance in the moonlight.”Come and Dance
| I'm a eccentric, caring, creative teen. But mostly i am my own person. I am not a copy. |
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I will not play at tug o war. I'd rather play at hug o war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs.
Where everyone giggles, and rolls on the rug.
Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins
and everyone cuddles and everyone wins
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in face book search for "mbloomer04" and mine is the 1st 1 result. look for my pic I have bright blue and pink hair
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