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Beneath the Stars by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Beneath the Stars

I count the bright Stars against the Dark of the night Sky as the sound Of planes flying high Above me while On the ground I Lay, knowing that Nothing I say Can change your mind From so far away I listen to the Voices, as they try To reason with Me to stay here I can still hear Your laugh as though You're with me, still I wonder why I Never had a Chance at keeping My promise to You, though I tried To be your friend And protect you From harm's way so That we could watch Stars together Hush don't say a Word, here in this Moment, where I Reach to you and Hold you tight like So many times Before when life Was

Untitled: Chapter One by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Untitled: Chapter One

Eric Matthews had many obsessions throughout his seventeen years. When Eric was five he was fascinated by matchbox cars; at nine he had an undying love for Pokémon; and when he was thirteen he ate cheeseburgers religiously. However, none of those previous obsessions could compare to the one he had for Lila Sparks. While pondering over how he would approach Lila that day, Eric walked across the street of the Barnstable High School campus to Dunkin' Donuts. There, Lila would be sitting at the counter by the window all alone, quietly drinking a Chai tea. As he walked up to the door, a group of students pushed their way out, laughing lou

R+J: Separation Anxiety by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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R+J: Separation Anxiety

Romeo was determined to be with Juliet, But I don't know if you want me, as of yet. Tell me all my dreams are true, Say I'm meant to be with you. Your lips are so soft, your words; so sweet. Together they make a delightful treat. Kiss me for now and forever. Promise me we'll always be together. If you steal my heart, will you give me yours? If every window is locked, will you open the doors? Here I stand, with open arms out in the rain. Will you walk over and protect me from pain? It's still raining. I'm waiting…

Mystery Man by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Mystery Man

My arms yearn for your sweet embrace. In my dreams, you leave without a trace. Your soft, dark hair is all I remember, From all of those dreams that were so tender. I long to meet you soon: with haste. As I wait, I wonder how your lips might taste. Now that Prom's approaching, I hope you'll appear, So that you and I might meet before the date draws near. I hear your voice and I know you're there. You whisper secrets into my hair. I walked into you, but you vanished into dust. I was so saddened that my hand rose to my bust. A love so strong that we have a psychic connection, Would be even better if I could have your full attentio

A Glorious Day by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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A Glorious Day

It was a glorious day to be had. Music played and the family members and friends were all gathering together outside in the backyard. What a glorious day. My cousin, Lauren, and I, both were to be married in a lovely colonial home owned by one of our relatives. We both wore gowns that were fit for southern belles. They looked truly lovely on us. What a glorious day. We both stepped lightly into the house, through the front, as the ceremony was drawing near. We looked around the living area, trying to calm ourselves, and place the final judgment of the arrangement of the decorations that were put up. It was absolutely gorgeous. What a glorious

Love Sucks by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Love Sucks

My tears soak the bed, upon which we shared our first kiss. I normally wouldn't be remembering memories of us, like this, But today I've come to terms, with the love I cannot hide, That's been breaking me down more and more inside. Too bad, that it's useless, anyway. By the time I get the courage to tell you how I feel, After I've been claiming many new 'loves' to be real, You'll have completely gotten over me, I know. Still, I've got so much more love left to show. It doesn't matter, since you're far away. I can't help but feel as though we're meant to be together, Even after we've gone through a lot of awful weather, Because ne

XI: Eleven Dedications by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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XI: Eleven Dedications

I. You make things so infinitely difficult to understand. I can't see where you're coming from, Because, Honey, You're not coming from anywhere I've heard of. You're the alien we've been left with. I've tried to get your point of view, I've even tried on your shoes, But to no avail. You say you care, But you don't dare, To try and show it. You don't understand That your words, Will never be enough, For anyone. Yell a little louder. II. You write like an artist ought to write, And you speak in a way that teaches right, From wrong. So sorry, Dear, That you have to put people in their place, With a cheerful kind of

The Path to Enlightenment by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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The Path to Enlightenment

Perfection isn't being flawless; it's admitting that you have many flaws and accepting them not as weaknesses, but as strengths. Many say that humans are imperfect, and they are correct. Most humans are, in truth, imperfect. However, some of us, who know we have faults and do not dwell on them, can, in a sense, claim to be 'perfect.' Still, while I may be one of those people, I do not consider myself to be a picture of perfection, but as the constantly maturing image of who I want to be. I am perfectly content with the person I am and who I desire to be in life, so much that I often look to myself for guidance. I'm judgmental, so I do not sp

Living within the Labyrinth by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Living within the Labyrinth

When I die, I want my last words to be something of beauty, mystery, and faith. I want my life's success to live on in the hands and hearts of those who are fond of successful work. I want my close, beloved friends and family to bask in the wonder that is my life--or was, at a time. Alas, nothing is certain; who I am and where I'm going, when, how, or why, but there is faith. I have faith that the human race will one day forget their differences, stop labeling themselves, and do what they must to save life. Life is a conundrum in and of itself, once it is known and realized as such, then one is allowing them the ability to break free from the

Life: As Is by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Life: As Is

Water falls off the window panes. I love to watch it when it rains. There's no moment that's passed by, That it doesn't make me want to cry. So listen to me very closely. Be still and be prepared. Nothing in the world's more precious, Than the moments when you are there. And the wind keeps blowing, And I'm left, still not knowing, Exactly why it is that I am here. Everything just seems so unclear. The rain falls. The bird calls. And all is perfect and all is still, As I wonder what in life is real. I dream to remember. I dream to forget. In my dreams I'm reaching out, To the future I pray I won't regret. In the morning whe

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Beneath the Stars by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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R+J: Separation Anxiety by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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R+J: Separation Anxiety

Mystery Man by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Mystery Man

A Glorious Day by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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A Glorious Day

The Path to Enlightenment by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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The Path to Enlightenment

Living within the Labyrinth by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Living within the Labyrinth

Life: As Is by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Life: As Is

Boys 1, 2, and 3. by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Boys 1, 2, and 3.

Boy 1 is an obvious heart-throb, He’d never eat his food like a slob. Boy 2 is a complicated mystery, With more than the eye can see. Boy 3 is a good-hearted friend, One that I trust would never end. But out of all three, Not one of them, Speaks of feelings for me, So, what do I see in them? Why do I like them so much? Well, if you’ve got to get me talking, Boy 1 looks really good as he’s walking, In his old blue jeans and a clean T-shirt, What could a little swooning hurt? Boy 2 is brilliant in his goofy way, I could easily talk to him all day, Starting at sun up, to sun down, My face would never wear a frown

Keeping Time by SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR, literature

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Keeping Time

The hour is 8, the minute is 23, This is how the days are for me... Minute #503 and all is quiet, Minute #504 and all is still, Minute #505, I wait for a riot, Minute #506, I feel a chill, Minute #507, I hear a door close, Minute #508, I’m subtly shaking, Minute #509, I look for shadows, Minute # 510, my body’s aching, Second by second, I keep myself alert, I listen for noises, if someone’s been curt, Minute by minute, I remain invisible, If I am clearly needed, then I’m visible, Hour by hour, I'm quiet as a mouse, I walk on eggshells, inside my house, Day by day, I listen to the yelling, I go to my room;

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Nov 12
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Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: A place. A place... Of which I occupy. OHZ. burn.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: You wanna know what, now? O_o
Print preference: Erm... what? No. Other. C.) O-o Question mark?
Favourite genre of music: Country, Pop/rock
Favourite photographer: Meh friends.

They take awesome pics. at parties.
Favourite style of art: Dwah?
Operating System: ......................................................................
MP3 player of choice: My MP3 Player... that has no name o_o I should name it ^^;
Shell of choice: I like clam shells o-o
Wallpaper of choice: o_o um, what?
Skin of choice: ................Wait, what? Is this suposed to be racist or what? O_o I hate racist stoofs.
Favourite cartoon character: *shrug* I know that my fave anime character is Yuki Sohma

as if you couldn\'t tell. ^^;

Favourite Visual Artist

Again, I don\'t know. :XD:

Favourite Movies

Horton Hears a Who. +_______+

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hmm... o_o I don\'t know :XD:

Favourite Writers

Dr. Seuss.

Favourite Games

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Tools of the Trade

o_o Umm What? O_o I is broke. huh?

Other Interests

o_o umm... stuff o-o TV. Manga/Anime, Drawing, Sketching, Writing..etc.

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SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR

Dec 7, 2010

Possible Miracles...

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Well, over this past weekend I visited my grandmother who is vacationing near Venice Beach. That's Venice Beach in Florida, for ya'll who don't know. Anyway, while we were there at the beach, after having a nice lunch, I found very interesting shells. One of the shells happened to be perfectly white, a medium size, and had a perfectly smooth hole at the top-- the exact spot where a string could go through to make a necklace. It's not manufactured, because it hasn't been bleached (the inside had sand in it and it's obviously just been smoothed all over by waves based on the shell's patterns. It seemed like the shell was made for me and I so I

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SpAzZyDiNoSaUrSrAwR

Nov 21, 2010

My English IV Teacher Sucks

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Ms. St.John-- a name that all East Ridge High seniors fear to see on their schedule-- is on that I, unfortunately, happen to know very well. Each school day I get off my bus and immediately head to her classroom. My first block is my only core class and also my least favorite. We are required to remember poems every so often and then recite them in front of our classmates. Thus far, we have recited The Jabberwocky (you know, from Alice in Wonderland?) and one other that I cannot recall. Now, we are supposed to recite Pied Beauty tomorrow, which is supposed to be the most beautifully written poem ever. However, I find that, as nice as it is, I