I probably wont be on for at least two weeks, if not a month........


ProphecyI didn't want the day to go by Didn't want your eyes to pass me by Didn't want to let you leave Without letting you know Isn't it so?Prophecy
It's always so hard to Go back to
Jaded and
Faded Home Where everything Is set in stone
I've known you for years But never seen your fears And now that I see you're real I'm understanding things I'd never thought I'd feel
It's always so hard to Go back to
Jaded and
Faded Home Where everything Is set in stone
You spoke prophecies to me Thi


It Isn't As Pure As You ThinkWhite gloved hands Reach White rabbits Dissapear White liesIt Isn't As Pure As You Think
Never hurt a soul White linnen Hung out to dry White eyes Stare White teeth Glitter White lips Frown White lights Shine down White ice Slips from benieth you Red Stains
White gloved hands Turn away


RunRunning like my life depends on it My bare feet feeling the cool grass beneith them Breath and heart pounding in my ears Rain stinging like a thousand knives Making us real Racing against the setting sun As it falls behind the mountains Pushing faster against the cool spring Faster than we can stand Stirring the still air into motion behind us Racing forever into the distance RunRun


OpenI open my lips and out slips crystaline diaries of my worries and triupmhs and everything. The ink stains my fingers, looking like my eyes, souls in the windows of tonite. We'll do right by you, I swear, I would die for you. I'm not sure I could change the world if I tried which is why, I, hello, goodbye, leave tonight. Don't think, just breath, do, be you. I can't stand the games I play. It's twisted and lovely and cold and beautiful. I would love to love if I didn't hate so much about me. Never enough, just to stop. I breathe when not a breath can be heard. And the colors around you are swilrling and lovely and wonderous and I can't stop myOpen
| Hi! I'm BMTW! I am an amature photographer (it's kind of a hobby) and I love to write poetry, and some prose. My photography tries to capture the beauty in everyday nature, and show the rest of the world how I see things. My writing usually deals with the struggle to find one's self, as well as seeing past the surface of the world. What little I draw is usually fanart, and not the best, either. I'm a huge fantasy/scifi fan, and I love to read whenever I get the chance. I'll add more if I think of it, but for now, bye! |

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"Hey, if i turned into a zombie, would you shoot me?"
"No. I'd be too sad. I mean, it's still YOU."
"Yeah, but what if I was trying to eat you?"
"Well, then, YEAH!"
"WHAT?! Couldn't you just lock me up in a cage?!"
"And feed you what? People?"
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"Hey, if i turned into a zombie, would you shoot me?"
"No. I'd be too sad. I mean, it's still YOU."
"Yeah, but what if I was trying to eat you?"
"Well, then, YEAH!"
"WHAT?! Couldn't you just lock me up in a cage?!"
"And feed you what? People?"
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hey. friends come and go.
LEARN TO DEAL.
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"Hey, if i turned into a zombie, would you shoot me?"
"No. I'd be too sad. I mean, it's still YOU."
"Yeah, but what if I was trying to eat you?"
"Well, then, YEAH!"
"WHAT?! Couldn't you just lock me up in a cage?!"
"And feed you what? People?"
--
"Hey, if i turned into a zombie, would you shoot me?"
"No. I'd be too sad. I mean, it's still YOU."
"Yeah, but what if I was trying to eat you?"
"Well, then, YEAH!"
"WHAT?! Couldn't you just lock me up in a cage?!"
"And feed you what? People?"
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"Hey, if i turned into a zombie, would you shoot me?"
"No. I'd be too sad. I mean, it's still YOU."
"Yeah, but what if I was trying to eat you?"
"Well, then, YEAH!"
"WHAT?! Couldn't you just lock me up in a cage?!"
"And feed you what? People?"
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