ScrapsSame with the "published" works.
Awkward Beginning..."Hey, you know her?" I shyly state to my friend nearby in direction towards a marvel that caught my eye. I saw her crossing the schoolyard, and I had to stop. Catch my breath. Balance my equilibrium, bring some strength to my knees. I never knew the human body could be formed so sweet. "Yeah, her name's Kayla," she states. Oh, so beauty has a name. I gather my courage, my masculinity, and quickly (posthaste) spit out my first instinct of thought, "Canahmeeter?" Before I knew it, I was running along side my friends, Rushing to meet the one who has caused my mind &nbsAwkward Beginning...
All the PacesYou sat on the couch last evenin'; took in a deep breath. I could tell that you'd been schemin' of puttin' this to rest.All the Paces
So, you opened your mouth and the words, they came out quicker than this mornin's vomit. You gave a sigh o' relief and I just couldn't believe what you said, so I slept on it. This is what I call life.
It'll take you places farther and more beautiful than all the paces you take
everyday, to my door.
I woke up in my bed this mornin' to the smell o' coffee beans and beer. You're in the next room wa
Hint of SugarPreferred cup of coffee: Black and bitter, hint of sugar, glass of water and ice; My current habits take this form, sweetly eroding to the teeth. Extending my grasp for a love, my glass of water, bathe me of the grime, the dirt I thoroughly enjoy.Hint of Sugar
Caffeine keeping me wake, habits keep me running. Though not as in working, rather, in fear. It keeps me in balance, steadies my equilibrium. A life of pure happiness, a cup of pure sweetness, gives a hellish aftertaste.
Use a flavor to disguise the bite of the drink.
Contemporary Girla girl stood on the street corner clutching a red balloon and an old, beat-up suitcase. she was looking off into the distance, above the people and the skyscrapers and the look of determination on her face was so resolute that noone bothered telling her to get out of the way or that she was holding up sidewalk traffic or anything. she was vivacious, religious, and ready to take on the world.Contemporary Girl
the dazzling city lights,
the dreary trash- covered streets,
she loved it.
people at work would ask her if she was thinking about ever going home. she would reply "Home? like with Jesus Christ, my
u have a nice galery, nice style in ur "poesies"
I'll notice this has affected so many 100's of peoples, and wan't to help to keep ya noticed about it how selfish he is
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"Victims, aren't we all ?"
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-Priyantha
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