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The Road To RomeWe were walking along the beach at night, I saw a shooting star and I wished that maybe soonThe Road To Rome
Our lips could cut through the bullshit; Finally make a proper introduction. I wished that you would fall in love with me But it never happened.
Now tell me this: What do I have left to believe in When I can't believe in the impossible anymore? I've been waiting here for a miracle to save me. Have I been waiting in vain?
And what is wrong with me That I keep believing the unbelievable? Thinking I'm a character in a lame fantasy novel Expecting my long-lo
by ~catmandingo
sea sistersby ~ambird
What You AreThe truth is, You are not the reason for my desire to move out to California. No, that position is held by moviemakers and producers And a self-fulfilled prophecy waiting for fruitionWhat You Are
What you are, my love, Is the icing on the cake. The grease on the wheels. You are my motivation.
You are the catalyst of every stray thought Every time my mind wanders West, there you are Standing with flowers in your hair And that smile, beaming
You are standing next to me on red carpet lines On film sets, in trailers and backstage rooms Holding my hand as
by ~catmandingo
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| (i confide in wolves at night.) "those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night." “if a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little -- somebody who is obsessed by making.” "the aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance." "poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." |
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- Interests: photography. words.
- Favourite band or musician: pinback. ani difranco. death cab. john mayer.
- Favourite genre of music: everything.
- Favourite poet or writer: e.e. cummings at the moment.
- Favourite photographer: constantly changing.
- Tools of the Trade: a pen and at least five journals.
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The Cotton In Your Dead Cheeks Should Be Turning Black By Now.
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the doctor says that I have some disease and thats why I am different. he says that I am special...
The people in the corner seem to think differently...every morning I wake up blue...can someone please tell me why I always wake up blue.
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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
-C.S. Lewis
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the doctor says that I have some disease and thats why I am different. he says that I am special...
The people in the corner seem to think differently...every morning I wake up blue...can someone please tell me why I always wake up blue.
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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
-C.S. Lewis
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the doctor says that I have some disease and thats why I am different. he says that I am special...
The people in the corner seem to think differently...every morning I wake up blue...can someone please tell me why I always wake up blue.
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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
-C.S. Lewis
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“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
-C.S. Lewis
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