No echo though my large room is as sweet,
Your lyrics never rest no matter what,
And not one Muse can top your voice in might,
But The Muse you sing for me nonetheless.
We share a strong bond through a kick drum heart
And all has been planned more than I could guess
You speak all dialects I could wish and more;
All I have to do is ask and you act.
It was through The Beatles we met long ago
And it is your name I sing where I go.
For most of my middle school career I was in a deep depression caused by friend problems, family problems, and, of course, hormones.
Towards the end of sixth grade I only really had two friends that I saw often. Even though I saw these two often I never treated them like friends at all, I treated them more like they were the two people I hated the most in the entire world. I yelled at them constantly, I argued for no reason, and I called them both names that no sixth grader should know. Eventually the told their parents and then word got around to my parents. Within all good reason, my parents were furious. They forced me to spend the rest
My grandson enters the hospital room with a bundle of roses in hand while I lie in bed thinking about these past 100 years and what there will be to meet me when I die. My grandson walks to the side of my bed to replace the roses with his new ones and sits down beside me.
"Hey grandpa, hows it going?" he says so me.
"Your son is beautiful you know," I whisper in a raspy voice thinking of his wife and the baby she had today.
"How do you know that? You have not seen him yet..." His voice trails off with a puzzled look and his face.
"Aaron, tomorrow i am turning one hundred and one...... I don't know if I can make it...."
"Now don't say tha
The way i have always seen it, there are three kinds of people on this earth.
The first kind always dwells in the past, looking at it as if it is all that ever happened in their life. But that is not to say that is a bad thing, often a life is filled with happiness and then it is nice to dwell in the past. When a life is bad and full of misery its never a good idea to live in the past for it will only bring more sadness and make one's life worse, and you will spiral into an endless cycle of depression. This kind of person is usually sad because they usually dwell on all the bad things and never look at how good things can be.
The second kin
No echo though my large room is as sweet,
Your lyrics never rest no matter what,
And not one Muse can top your voice in might,
But The Muse you sing for me nonetheless.
We share a strong bond through a kick drum heart
And all has been planned more than I could guess
You speak all dialects I could wish and more;
All I have to do is ask and you act.
It was through The Beatles we met long ago
And it is your name I sing where I go.
For most of my middle school career I was in a deep depression caused by friend problems, family problems, and, of course, hormones.
Towards the end of sixth grade I only really had two friends that I saw often. Even though I saw these two often I never treated them like friends at all, I treated them more like they were the two people I hated the most in the entire world. I yelled at them constantly, I argued for no reason, and I called them both names that no sixth grader should know. Eventually the told their parents and then word got around to my parents. Within all good reason, my parents were furious. They forced me to spend the rest
My grandson enters the hospital room with a bundle of roses in hand while I lie in bed thinking about these past 100 years and what there will be to meet me when I die. My grandson walks to the side of my bed to replace the roses with his new ones and sits down beside me.
"Hey grandpa, hows it going?" he says so me.
"Your son is beautiful you know," I whisper in a raspy voice thinking of his wife and the baby she had today.
"How do you know that? You have not seen him yet..." His voice trails off with a puzzled look and his face.
"Aaron, tomorrow i am turning one hundred and one...... I don't know if I can make it...."
"Now don't say tha
The way i have always seen it, there are three kinds of people on this earth.
The first kind always dwells in the past, looking at it as if it is all that ever happened in their life. But that is not to say that is a bad thing, often a life is filled with happiness and then it is nice to dwell in the past. When a life is bad and full of misery its never a good idea to live in the past for it will only bring more sadness and make one's life worse, and you will spiral into an endless cycle of depression. This kind of person is usually sad because they usually dwell on all the bad things and never look at how good things can be.
The second kin
Current Residence: in a place deviantWEAR sizing preference: yes Print preference: W Favourite genre of music: its over there Favourite photographer: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 Favourite style of art: sun Operating System: the one that works MP3 player of choice: the one with the letters Shell of choice: the one that looks like this Wallpaper of choice: umm its not that one Skin of choice: normal (not being raceist i just dont like puting a cover over anything) Favourite cartoon character: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Personal Quote: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Favourite Visual Artist
the one who did that piece of art ya know that one
Favourite Movies
that one over there
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
ummm yes!!!
Favourite Writers
the famose one not the one im named after but the other one
its summer... I'm going to write a lot more, more poems... more stories... i just need to remember... also I've been working on a stone, i think it will turn out well, needs lots of work though... i just hope i can remember/actually want to work on these things