| its my lovely tree =] |


RamblingsTheyre there But dont want to be They want to flow Want to flee freeRamblings
A wall of the mind Blocks the art of a hand A halt of escape To leave the world bland


Not me?Its the silence that kills me A sickening fear The not knowing Whether youre angry Or sad Or scaredNot me?
Why the silence? Nothing of mine Said or done Warrants the treatment It must be you.
Thats why I fear Why I roll in my bed Why I sit, starve and stare Because if its not me What have you done?


He Kissed YouHe kissed you You kissed him Doesnt matter It happenedHe Kissed You
I expected it But didnt think it could happen I trusted you Should I have let that happen?
I dont want to leave you I dont want to think The thought of his lips on your cheek Is the image invading my sleep
You get another chance I cant not give you one But thats all you get Just the one Then we won't be going on
| i like pie |


Happy EndingSo many books and films, where the unpopular girl finds friends and love.Happy Ending
She starts a new school, or reinvents herself, and her life becomes perfect. Always a sickly sweet happy ending.
One day I'd like to write the book in which the girl's friends abandon her when she needs them the most,
in which she never gets the boyfriend, because she is not pretty or loveable, where she doesn't find happiness. Not everyone can have a happy ending.


neverwhere.she told me, "i want you to smile when i cry." "but if you're sad, i'm sad." "crying isn't sad. it's beautiful. each tear is like a thought--a thought you can feel against your skin. they can be sad thoughts, or happy thoughts. but either way, they're beautiful."neverwhere.
you were beautiful too, you know. with your skinned knees and pixie hair, and mouth that formed the syllables of my universe.
you'd make fun of me for my freckles, but i'd catch you tracing the spots with your eyes when you thought i was concentrating. (i was really only concentrating on you.)


Working the RutAgain again, recurring repetition, Mind-numbing attrition. Incessant tradition, Save me from this persecution.Working the Rut
Work, unremitting labour, My life has lost flavour. Im in a rut of behaviour, I need a saviour.
This recurrence is corroding my mind, Soon just a shell will be left behind. I work and work constant grind, I must break free this from bind.
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR| I be jakespeare =] its a damn good name i know anyway i will just keep writing stuff for you guys to read, if you like them then feel free to comment/fav/watch! im a nice person, talk to me and i will talks back anyway, cya! |
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Second chances they don't ever matter people never change.
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~|~ Fantastications of a Fucked Up Mind ~|~
Jakespeare
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Second chances they don't ever matter people never change.
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~|~ Fantastications of a Fucked Up Mind ~|~
Jakespeare
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Second chances they don't ever matter people never change.
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