

Arrogance of AngerYou saw it in my eyes Conceit so blind It froze a gentle gazeArrogance of Anger
You noticed my hands Gripped in rage It stopped a caring hand
You felt my actions Erratic and desperate Once longing and foolish
You hated my grin Hateful and drunk No longer clever nor innocent
Because I remembered The rage and the resentment Yet all I see is selfish fool That lost himself.


DoubtThere is something different Something I cannot see My thoughts run rampant Forcing me to fleeDoubt
Something behind that smile Friendly and full of life Or is it simply guile And nothing but a knife?
Upon your reaching hand I cant help but wonder If its as coarse as sand Or something pure and softer
Spoken love makes us weary While shattered thoughts force a yield Forgive my caution and unsure psyche For this broken heart has yet to heal
Simple thoughts I wish to say Yet human error holds me back


Ash and SnowI standAsh and Snow
On this side of the line I throw my fate
To darkened sides
Floating in these dreams I feel the wind
Playing games
With my love
Standing tall
I feel this rush I never dreamed
This world Would be so cruel
But here I am
Looking up
At these solemn skies Falling through This ash like snow
Grasping my arms I feel so alone in this world Yet I feel your hands on my own
Reaching through the snow


First FlashA man stands on the street In a charred coat he chuckles A face grinning in soot Hair wild with ash like snowFirst Flash
A laugh in the cold midnight air His hands tremble from the excitement and rush
Hell have to run, run, run The police will never know
First fire, the very first scream The first fire checked off the list
Blackened paint, make up his face The first flash of human madness.
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Little soldier, little insect, you know war it has no heart,
It will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark.
Send this to at least 15 people you love, including me if you care for me!
And if you get at least 10 back, you will recieve good news within 15 minutes!
~Let's see how many hearts you get! =]
All the best. Please continue sending you're own love to those you care for.
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FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send it back to you.
I'm waiting...
It's friendship week.
If you recieve (at least) 10 back, you truly are a lovable person.
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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
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I want to put something wise here but I'm afraid it's going to sound emo.
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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
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love, Vi.
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I want to put something wise here but I'm afraid it's going to sound emo.
Hey, do you have a fictionpress account?
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love, Vi.
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I want to put something wise here but I'm afraid it's going to sound emo.
You really should put it up with other writers-- your story is a LOT better than some other stuff I read over at FictionPress... then again, maybe you shouldn't because there ARE people who steal other people's ideas there at times... and then there are writer's wars... and ugh...
Why did I even suggest that? DA is probably the safest place for fiction writers~!
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love, Vi.
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