I-Lurve-You
Dream Land TearsI laid sprawled across my bed staring absently at the dull ceiling. My breathing was uneven as small tears rolled down 2 inches then started heading towards the right. One hand reached up to wipe a small tear off my bottom lip. My hand trailed to the side of his neck where a long cat scratch stretched across it. My fingers played back and forth across it as I thought about the people I truly loved. Xander, Caleb, Tyr, Keala, Daddy. His name wasn't really Daddy, but that's what I call him. I rolled over onto my stomach and let my eyes close and fell into my dream land. knock knock knock. I was stirred awake to the loud banging at the door.Dream Land Tears
Cole's BirthdayDelyth's House: Cole's head rested on the boney hip of Caleb, which was much more comforting than a pillow shockingly to Cole. His back rested on the last seat of the couch his legs protruding off the rest of it. His feet played gently against the brick next to the fire place. On the other side of Caleb was Delyth, laying across the wood that separated that part of the couch. Caleb was gently stroking Delyth's hair. Across the room from Cole was Tyr and Clara about one person away from each other. Tyr and Clara didn't know each other well thus, the space between them. Cole rolled off the couch suddenly landing on all fours. He crouched down tCole's Birthday
Milk and waffles "Failed"Milk And WafflesMilk and waffles "Failed"
Lex curled up on the bed next to a sleeping Xander. She parted her pale pink lips ,to breathe quietly, as she turned onto her back, laying on the small pad on the floor which she shared with her brother. The room was cluttered with random object and there was pictures on the walls. The girls blue eyes scanned the room searching over the words written across everything and the glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling. Her ears picked up the faint beat of Xander's breath. Her dog like ears strained to hear more of the breath which lulled her to sleep. She curled herself closer to the older boy who took on
The Boy Who Loves... The woman curled up around me, her knees framing one side of my hips, her stomach the other, with me sitting in the space between each like a picture, begins to ask a question. Her head hangs upside down off the edge of the sofa, her long, black curls fanning out onto the carpet. "Why is it so hard to cry when you're upside down?"The Boy Who Loves...
The question sounds like a set up so I respond invitingly. "I don't know. Why?" "I suspect it's because if you're crying everything else in your life is very upside down and you should be, at least physically, right side up. I
collapse
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Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
but it’s plain to see evil inside of me
is on the rise.
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Listen close to everybody’s heart
And hear that breaking sound
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
And crashing to the ground
I cannot believe my eyes
How the world’s filled with filth and lies
but it’s plain to see evil inside of me
is on the rise.
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-DANCINGBEAN FILMS-
"Gingers are my forte."
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"Life your life to the fullest when you're young,
THEN ruin it by getting married when you're old and senile."
~Troy Rivers, Adventure University
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