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Batgirlby ~bedazzled119
Monologue(Mother and daughter waiting for daughter's homecoming date to arrive. Should be spoken with New York accent. Only has mother's side of conversation.)Monologue
"Oh my God, I can't believe it! My little baby's going to homecoming with a date!"
"I would never embarrass you!"
"Oh, that was ONE time! And besides, you were so cute as a baby! How could he NOT love your cute wittle baby bottom!?"
"Oh alright, no baby pictures this time. So who is this boy anyway?"
"Ohhh, an older man, eh? Just can't get the boys off of ya, just like ya Mawm!"
"It's nothing to be embarra
by ~bedazzled119
Why She Writes"What does she write about?"Why She Writes
"When medicated, she writes about the harder stuff. Right now, she's writing about him. She can't do so sober, because she'd start crying.
When sober, she writes about the easier things. Like happiness and love.
When she writes a song, it's her way of confirming her feelings. When she writes it down, she's putting the feelings in a different place. Turning them into something beautiful, so they can be put away and she can have closure and move on. Writing about it puts it in a place in her mind where it can't harm her anymore.
by ~bedazzled119
Bright And BeautifulYou're far too pretty to wear that frown. Why are you so hard on yourself? You love the ones who let you down, It's not your fault, don't ever believe, And I hope you never stop chasing dreams.Bright And Beautiful
Even if the sky falls around you, I'll hold it up with my stupid dreams, And I hope you know it's true, I'll always be there for you.
by ~bedazzled119
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Along the Dusty SillA once-clear pane of glass, now fogged with evidence of Jack's passing, fills my field of vision; it is the only object that I intend to see, at least for now. Can a reader imagine it quite like I can see it? I daresay not, for it is one of those moments that one must witness in order to fully understand. I, a child of only six, am transfixed by what lies outside of that icy window, too awed to move away, though I am becoming chilled. My mother heaves her heavy sigh, which has weathered the years and continues to speckle her speeches, and calls to my turned back once again, not quite begging, for me to join the family at the dining table. "ItAlong the Dusty Sill
by ~yvonne3694
Their Poor ChildrenThe bride will soon marry the groom.Their Poor Children
But to you all, this I will tell:
There will soon be nothing but gloom.
Oh, but by all means, wish them well;
Just know you can't steer away doom.
See, it's because they don't match well.
They may feel they are bound to bloom,
But that's only by fresh love's bell.
Lady dreams as she sweeps her broom,
Sir never thinks to say farewell.
Children come from the cursed bride's womb,
Soon cursed themselves to bloody hell.
Now they, too, are doomed to gloom -
And perhaps this story retell.
by ~Tsu4444
Little Pink BowThe creak of a swing,Little Pink Bow
As my feet brush the ground,
I've grown older now,
Though my heart still pounds,
With blood of the past,
And blood of the new,
Life went by so fast,
Sometimes I wish I knew,
That in those years ago,
The ones filled with cheer,
That things would change quickly,
Things wouldn't be the same here,
I hear the bells of laughter,
Come from a child,
I look up and smile after,
As I see her giggling so wild,
Little blond curls,
With a little pink bow,
Complete with a little pink
by ~LunaBianchi
IntuitionSweetheart, your desires have disappeared.Intuition
Your talent for the world has faded away into the depths of your own ocean. You unconsciously let it fall and I wish for you that it comes back because seeing
you without it is like seeing one fallen flower in the middle of thousands of lively ones.
I wish that the burning desire to do better for this world
you had soon approaches
you again
by ~Shhughes
Meh.
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Hi, I'm Kristine. I'm strange and awkward. And I say the absolute wrong thing at the wrong time. But I try really hard not to. I love to laugh, and try to make people around me laugh. I love my friends. The real ones. Like, the ones that are there no matter how badly I've fucked up. And are willing to TP a certain boy's house with me  . But anyway. I'm kind of a bitch, because I don't like being soft around people. Get me to open up to you, I'll trust you with all my heart. But don't expect it, because the whole trust thing tends to bite me in the ass, so it's pretty rare. I'm not that lucky in the whole love department, so you won't see me chasing after someone. If it's meant to be, it'll happen. I can't do the whole dating thing. The person has to be different enough to want to just hang out instead of the whole dating bullshit. Oh, I'm a pretty big believer in God. It's the one thing I'm not cynical about. Music's a pretty big part of my life. Almost every song on my iPod has a story, and every story in my life has a song that can explain it. Anyway, it's 2AM, and I'm slightly buzzed, so I should probably stop writing, since most of this is probably illegible. |
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And mah major is in Psychology~
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