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Puck, Your Fairy FriendI am the summer wind I am Puck, your fairy friend I am the sunlight in the leaves I am the place where all dreams end.Puck, Your Fairy Friend
Come dance with me, and whisper my words Words of creation, of youth, of life. The world is yet young, to my reckoning, at least. Tomorrow is far away; yesterday never was.
Feel with me, breathe with me Ride me as I ride you – our proverbial leap-frog of laughter. Be not my master, and I’ll not be yours.
Drink of me, eat of me Don’t worry, take your fill. I am plenty to share, and enjoy sharing myself
by =Wryter
BeautyHe feels his father’s hand, oh so cold! clearly on his cheek.Beauty
It keeps coming.
He knows it isn’t his father’s fault- the bottle swinging from a hand made him this way. And the eviction notice on the door put the bottle in his hand.
It doesn’t stop the hand.
She hears her mother’s words, oh so bold! clearly in her head.
She knows her mother sees the tears, and knows her mother isn’t to blame. Sure, mom won’t let her girlfriend in the house, but that’s not mom’s fault, and she knows
by =Wryter
Puzzle PieceI was walking along today, you know, how everyone just randomly walks along with no purpose? All the time, I'm sure.Puzzle Piece
Anyways, I was walking along, and saw something- a puzzle piece. It looked so sad, floating there in the puddle of a rain long past.
Soggy. Alone. Forlorn.
As chance would have it, it was outside a toy shop. In the window, under a warm glow, a puzzle sat, each piece fitting perfectly with those next to it.
Complete. Resplendent. Content.
I watched that puzzle piece float for a minute, ruminating on
by =Wryter
Penny For The GuyRemember, remember, the fifth of November; the gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should e'er be forgot.Penny For The Guy
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, in wisdom bold called 'pon a tradition millennia old with powder and flame proclaiming distaste laying the Parliament halls to waste.
A country in need, a State indeed, unable to change, unwilling to bleed, hung by the neck 'fore the world's eyes the citizen whom it should most prize.
A seed was planted, a crack appeared realising all the mighty State feared. Revolution was planted in the cit
by =Wryter
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FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.
by ~barnabus
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
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- Favourite movie: Princess Bride
- Operating System: Mandriva Linux
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch
- Wallpaper of choice: My fruit people. xD
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin & Hobbes
- Personal Quote: Artists use lies to tell the truth while politicians use them to cover the truth up
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, angst, notebook, more angst
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And my angst isn't PRETTY. It's PRETTY ANGSTY.
<3 Wryter
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"My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth while politicians use them to cover the truth up."
"Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them."
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We all gotta walk a path, even if its not the one we want...
And I recognize that last quote from your signature... can't remember who said it though... this is going to drive me nuts...
Thanks.
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