

One DayBroken glass Shattered, fragments on the ground And you're walking barefoot Wearing my favorite pair of jeans You look beautiful, like an angel dear Brown locks falling in your face Just a glimpse of a halo...One Day
You smirk at me from under hooded eyes Your lashes cast a shadow.. You look so beautiful to me You don't flinch as my cold hand touches your bare chest Like a burning fire, so warm Warmth flows into me as your lips press against mine It will all be wonderful one day...
You can't break promises you don't make Maybe it'll all be wonderf


Modern JesusThe first thing I notice is the blue patch on the bottom leg of her desk. I think of children with blond curls. Bubble gum. Then I wonder if she knows. Maybe she doesn't care. I take a breath and step into the room. When you walk into the room you make your first choice, the one that affects the rest of your visits. I silently wonder if many people think about this. I doubt anyone does. Within the room there are three places to sit. A fluffy lime green sofa, the kind a person would lie on to tell their story, stare at the ceiling. This way they don't have to make eye contact. My second choice is a wooden chair and a desk. A pad anModern Jesus


Another UntitledI want to feel closer to you. I want to feel closer to God, and Jesus, and Mary, and Joseph. And...and Moses. I want to feel closer to you... I want to know what Moses felt when he split the sea. I want to know what Mary thought when gave birth to Jesus...Jesus, holy...Jesus. And...and I want to know how Joseph felt when he knew it wasn't his son. What he felt when he knew he was insignificant, unimportant, to such beauty.Another Untitled
I want to know what Jesus felt when he was hanging on that cross... Was he sad? Jealous...Envious? Furious? I want to know what God feels when all of his beautiful children sin. Does he cry? &


Holding MemoriesRemember when we were kids, We'd build forts in my room, In your house, The corners of your mind Made of sheets and blankets Towels, a sea of clothingHolding Memories
Looking back now... I always thought that sea was a little red Did you fall from the crows nest and never tell me?
I remember it all now... We use to get lost Lost for days in our own little world And we were young Young and happy... Like the saying always goes We were never aware that all that cloth would soon tatter...
Now I sit at home and wonder... Who you are...
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An ice devouring sex tornado.
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look up "stupid" in a thesaurus. do you see "gay" as a synonym?
♥~Koriana~♥
♥~*iKNEW*~♥
hmm, it's nice to find people you've got a little in common with once in a while.
=]
i enjoyed reading through it.
i just hope i can keep up.
>.<
i tend to take spells of not checking through new deviations.
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i may be crazy, but it takes two to tango..
you're writing looked interesting, so i'll eventually take the time to read through it all
^^
thanks.
i'll check into yours.
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i may be crazy, but it takes two to tango..
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look up "stupid" in a thesaurus. do you see "gay" as a synonym?
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i may be crazy, but it takes two to tango..
Yep...Keep it up...
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You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden...(Matt. 5:14)
XD
you too.
hehe.
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i may be crazy, but it takes two to tango..
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