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Take It AwayTake it away, steal my heart
Never thought wed be so far apart
So close one second, but not the next
So in love I think Ive been hexed
Take it away, stay awhile
The way you dance, it makes me smile
Maybe we could hang out sometime
Tell me your secrets, Ill tell you mine
Take it away, sweep me off my feet
We might seem crazy to whomever we meet
But whatever they say, I don't really care
As long as you're with me, as long as you're there
Cast AsideCast Aside
The pain inside my broken heart
Grows more each day we grow apart
You hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you pretend not to see
You might slip up and call her my name
And she'll shake her head at you in shame
You left me behind and pretended I'm not there
Now you've been hurt, so why should I care?
But did I do something wrong or say something rude?
Each time I ask, you say you aren't in the mood
I still love you and I'll always be here
Everytime I see you I have to catch a tear
I don't know why you cast me aside
But I can't change; believe me I've tried
I'm stuck watching you hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you still pretend not to see
Sorry: Chapter One
"True Love, Troubled Minds"
Artemis shut his locker door and began to walk down the main hall of Point Place High School, and he took the earbuds out of his ears as he went. He stuffed his iPod and earbuds into the pocket of his jeans. Artemis had a tendency to listen to his iPod in class because his hair was just long enough to cover his ears so the teachers never suspected. As he zoned out while wondering why his backpack felt so heavy the day before winter break started he heard a voice shout at him from down the hall.
Hey, wait up! Artemis jerked his head around just in time to see Ellie racing at him at top speed. She lept onto his back as though he was going to give her a piggyback ride out to the busses. Artemis laughed as he gently sat Ellie down on the tile floor. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then attempted a casual conversation.
So how was your day? He asked, taking her hand and beginning the medium length daily stroll to bus 39.
Left: Chapter Nine
The ivy had climbed up the brick walls of the building making it green all over. The sidewalks were stained with mud and darks circles where bubble gum had been spat onto it. The grass on the front lawn was overlapping the sidewalks, creating a look of overall disrepair.
"This is where Nick is?" Ellie pointed up at the building. "Are you sure, Artemis?" Her hair swished when she turned around to face him. "Artemis? Are you even listening to me?" She walked over to where he sat.
"Why do you want to find him so badly? What makes him any better than me?" Artemis snapped, looking up at Ellie through the corner of his eye. "Why can't we just go home and be together again?"
"I want to find Nick because I love him. He's better than you because for one, he never treated me like garbage. And we can't be together for obvious reasons. Our relationship didn't work out before, so why would a relationship now do any better?" Ellie walked over to a small puddle of murky water that had formed in a den
Left: Chapter Eight
Nick sat in the dingy administration building of Sighton High School. His parents, desperate to get away from the events in Point Place, were forcing him to move here and attend the dank,
pill jar and feet smelling high school. Sighton was a quiet town, just two miles East of Point Place, and it was around one-third the amount of Point Place's population. So far, Nick didn't like his new home that much.
He missed Point Place, he missed his friends and his old school, but he missed Ellie most of all. He hadn't seen her since the day he got shot two weeks ago.
Principal Flint walked into the cramped room, and squeezed his beer belly into the small space between his chair and the desk. He threw down Nick's transcript onto the oak desk.
"So...straight A student, never been in trouble except for a two day suspension for punching another boy in the face. And why exactly did you do that?" he grimaced at Nick over the top of his horn rimmed glasses.
"Well, sir, the boy had recently broke up wi
Left: Chapter Seven
Ellie threw her towel down on the polished top of the bar. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and glared up at the blazing neon light on the wall above her head.
"Hey Maria?" Ellie shouted. "There's nobody here now, can I go to sleep?"
"Yeah, sure." Maria said, coming round from the hall to the bathrooms, clearly drunk. "Just don't drink any of my good beers....or the bunnies will come in the night and getcha."
"Don't worry Maria."
Maria's bare feet slapped against the tile floor as she went up to the loft on the second floor. Ellie sighed, before folding the towel and put the last clean beer mug away. She grabbed her blanket and crawled onto the padded mat below the bar. The space was small and cramped, but it oddly reminded her of home.
The next morning, Ellie woke up, and thinking she was in her room at home, she sat up and stretched. Her head slammed into the underside of the bar.
"Crap..." Ellie said, putting her hand to her head where a small bump was beginning to
Left: Chapter Six
"Ow! Damn it!" Ellie cried as she tripped over the railroad tracks that seperated Point Place. Tears flowed from her eyes, stinging in the dust and dirt that clung to her skin. She needed to find a place to stay, and soon. Her food and water was long since gone, after all, two sandwhiches and a bottle of water can't last more than two days. Ellie repositioned her bag on her shoulders, and headed towards the building she just now noticed. She didn't even glance at the sign, which read, "Maria's Grill and Bar."
Miles away, Nick woke up. The pale tiles of the hospital room just added to the sick feeling he felt. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if Ellie was okay.
"He's so lucky. The bullet just missed his heart." the doctor said.
"I'm awake, you know." Nick murmured, rolling over. "Ow! Damn it!" he cried as the IV tube pulled at his skin where it was inserted into his hand. "Well, at least I know that rolling over isn't safe here."
The doctor chuckled. "Well, you're getting better. No
Left: Chapter Five
"So...your favorite movie?" Nick asked, it was his turn in their game.
"Snatch." Ellie answered with out hesitation. "Now...who is your favorite actress?"
"Hmm..Promise you won't make fun of me?" Nick looked at her.
"Yeah, you didn't make fun of my favorite actor being Brad Pitt."
"I love movies with Drew Barrymore. ET, Charlie's Angels....you get it."
"M'kay. Ask me one."
"Which ones haven't we gone over?"
"Well," Ellie began counting on her fingers. "We've done favorite song, movie, actor/actress, band, and game."
"We still need favorite food and our hobbies, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Okay, Ellie, tell me your favorite food."
"Well....um...on the weekends, I pig out on Hershey Kisses. Don't laugh!" Ellie smacked Nick on the arm when he began to chuckle at her.
"I'm not!" he exclaimed. "Fine, I kinda was. But this way, you won't have to pig out on chocolate kisses."
"What do you mean?"
"Why have chocolate kisses....when you can have a real kiss?" he asked, slowly inching closer to
Left: Chapter Four
"Ellie! The bus is here!"
Ellie jerked out of slumber to the sound of the bus rumbling by the house to make a U-turn at the culdesac at the end of the street. Ellie knew she had five minutes tops to get dressed, brush her hair, and get her stuff together. Quickly throwing on jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of moonboots and fingerless gloves, Ellie scraped a brush through her hair to get the tangles out fast. She slung her half-empty backpack over one shoulder, and snagging a Pop-Tart from the pantry, she ran outside to wait for the bus.
"Bye Mom!" Ellie shouted throught the screen door as the bus inched its way back up High Street. Ellie could see familiar faces staring down at her through the windows. She must look like such a wreck to them. Ellie's heart sank as the bus drove right past her, as the bus driver was not used to picking her up.
"HEY!" Ellie shouted, properly fixing her backpack so she could run. For some reason, being catatonic for a month made her lungs hold up to more stress.
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
TnM - Un BrindisThomas Pov
Era el día más feliz de mi vida, me había casado con el amor de mi vida, aun con las dificultades, con los miedos, por la sociedad y demás cosas que nos podía separarnos, con mí ahora esposa Marie estaba en el punto del brindis, su padre entre lágrimas y sollozos de felicidad nos dijo lo que nos deseaba a mí y a Marie, siguieron Jazz, Xavier, Fred, Amanda e incluso Dezz quien es muy tímida, la hora del brindis se acababa
- ¿Puedo hacer un brindis? – comento de pronto la pelinegra caminando a la mesa en donde se encontraban todos
- Claro que si Am, puedes hacerlo – respondí feliz ante mi amiga
La que había aparecido en un sueño aún antes de conocerla, se veía bien con un vestido azul con brillos largo con escote muy sensual propio de ella
- Bueno – empezó cogiendo una copa de vino tinto – Estamos aquí celebrando la boda de unos de mis mejores amigos, quienes lucharon m
Jonas Brothers poem
Rockin out, tourin cross the USA
Kevin, Nick, and Joe you steal our hearts away
Your lyrics in your songs are so real and true
Its no wonder that so many people like you
I sing your songs everyday when Im walking down the hall
And people think Im crazy but I dont care at all
It must be tough to be famous and want to be normal
Its like wanting to dress casual when you have to dress formal
No doubt in my mind that Jonas Brothers are the best
Cause in the music race you outrun the rest
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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