katelynWhisper

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The FallenDoes anyone care what he has done / The news just needs a story / He has never known love
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Dec 27, 2010
What i wantI want people to remember me / Not just for the way I act / But for the things I do
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Oct 2, 2010
Stand TallStumbling in my fears / Crumbing through your glares / Rising to the sky
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Aug 26, 2010
SurfacingLooking into the pool / the water so calm / a reflection of a fool
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Aug 16, 2010
Storm...The sun goes and hide behind the gray. / A sound of thunder and a flash of light. / The rain starts and washes you away.
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Aug 7, 2010
My Dream CatcherDream catcher , / Dream catcher . / Beads in a web,
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Aug 7, 2010
Not Only Once but TwiceYou make me cry / You make me scream, / All because you hurt me
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Jul 25, 2010
Over YouHas my worst nightmare come true? / Am I finally over you? / The day I have dread for so long,
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Jul 11, 2010
A Crash“Shes indecisive / She cant decide / She keeps on lookin
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Jul 8, 2010
Hear the music (short story)Dancing is a way of life, dancing is life. Some say you crawl before you walk, I say you dance before you breathe. How do I explain the feeling of; spinning, jumping, running? I can’t. It is indescribable. Dancing is such a magical thing, you can speak to the people who can’t speak, and you can feel for the people who can’t feel, you dance for the people whom will never be able to dance. Most don’t understand where I am coming from. Why I am not sure, but if a person stopped and listened. They will hear the music of life and where there is music there is a dance, the dance of life… / This dance may be one of the hardest to get through; the preparation will be excruciatingly painful. But everyone does it. Everyone hears the music at some point. Have you ever listened to Beethoven? In his symphonies there is a pattern. It starts out slow; it gradually gets louder and louder and then BOOM! The ****** Beethoven’s master pieces are a replica of life. Think about it, really hard, and listen to the music. / Can you feel your foot tapping? The sound repeating in your head? This is the first realization of the dance. Now your swaying back and forth, like the trees in an autumn breeze. This is the second step, but the first motion. I want you to get up and throw the tips of your fingers to the stars in heaven. Then pull them back down. And breathe.
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Jun 16, 2010
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