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Enemy Fire The sun's been down for a while now
but somehow I'm still in your arms.
I know once you walk out the back door
this will all be over.
And we'll be "just friends"--
at least until another moment of weakness.

Your eyes make me vulnerable.
It's that look you have in your eyes before you kiss me
and make that move
and take that step
across the line we drew last fall.

And once we've kissed,
I don't want to step back into no-man's land.
I want to stand tall next to you and
fight enemy fire
fight for this feeling
fight my inhibitions.

The sun will be rising soon.
I know the daylight will reawaken your senses
and you'll be reEnemy Fire by ~thatswrite

Something New I know this is something new for you,
and I've been there before.
I've heard sweet words
and felt a gentle touch.
But let me tell you--
nobody makes me shiver like you do.
So just please whisper to me
words you've never said,
because I promise--
everything you do
is exciting and brand new.Something New by ~thatswrite

Snow-covered Thoughts Bright white,
thick snow-covered trees
lined my drive home.
my thoughts wandered,
yet stayed in rhythm with
the left, right beat
of the windshield wipers.
left,
holidays with my family
have changed in the years,
right,
we've grown older,
we've grown apart,
left,
I've grown colder
with the change of weather,
right,
suddenly tears were falling,
left cheek, right cheek,
left,
provoked by the radio,
and the songs it played,
right,
which cuts out,
as we venture through the woods,
left,
just Mom and I,
right,
alone,
left,
except for the white snow,
right,
surrounding us,
left,
falling down to us,
right,
being wipSnow-covered Thoughts by ~thatswrite

The end Together we rang in the new year,
with a kiss and a cheer.
Yet as laughter surrounds us,
my fear becomes ubiquitous,
because I begin to realize,
that my imagination is turning wise.
I cry as I watch you go,
and I see the snow fall out the window.
Just as seasons change with the weather,
people change
and this may be our last year together.
Although I'd love to stay forever by your side,
my feelings are exceeding thought
and I better get off this ride.
For I know now, as you drive home for the night,
that distance will keep you far from sight.
And as winter comes again this year,
the distance between us wThe end by ~thatswrite

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Under rain

May 8, 2008, 3:51:59 PM by ~thatswrite
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Mood: Sadness
Listening to: Paul J Johnson
Reading: The Awakening
Watching: rien
Playing: rien
Eating: Nothing. But I'm starving.
Drinking: I'm going to go get a pop now.

I'm so unbelievably stressed out I'm going out of my mind.
And am I going to go do my month-old papers and study for the APUSH exam?
No, I'm going to write a journal on deviantart complaining about all the shit I need to do.

I could use a good cry right now. I'm actually in a spectacular mood. Other than school shit, things are going really well. My grandpa just had surgery on his lung and he's getting much better. Friends, boy friend, all that is fine. And I laughed a lot today. But sometimes you listen to the right music, write a few poems, and sit alone for a while, you begin to think about how stressed out you are.

Yeah I'm stressed. I need to cry, take a nap, and say 'fuck it' for the exam tomorrow. The rest of my day doesn't even matter. French and Gym rarely strain my mind. And Bio and History we're just doing projects so we can study for the AP exams. Which I am obviously not doing. But apparently I missed too many days of gym and if I don't get a doctor note (which I will, 'cause I had counseling appointments often during gym class--my choice of time) then I need to retake it. Who fucking retakes GYM!? Whatevs.

I'm exhausted.

Peace.

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Interests: Writing, traveling, photography, acting, singing, loving, being, believing.
Favourite movie: Doubt, Across the Universe, Once, Juno, Pride and Prejudice, The Breakfast Club.
Favourite band or musician: Regina Spektor, PlayRadioPlay! The Postal Service, MIKA.
Favourite genre of music: Indie, Folk, Acoustic.
Favourite artist: Paul Signac.
Favourite poet or writer: David Sedaris.
Favourite photographer: Alexis Trauger.

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~marcus-fat-tits Jun 11, 2008

wow you have submitted loads of goodness, you being a writer, i could use your criticism in developing my style, please read my stuff if you could and i would appreciate it dearly, on the other hand you could say fuck off i'm an artist im great im deep im brooding either one is good

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