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Storm Jan 2015
Why can't you type normally?
Is it really hard to do?
I find myself struggling to read
So I can reply to you.

Why Do You Type Like This?
Is the shift key your best friend?
Or d u tlk lyke dis
Nd nvr c n nd

Is this a new type of language?
I must have missed the memo,
Because trying to translate all those words
Would drive anyone ******.

We've all been to English class,
And still you cannot write.
Dis sil iz kiln mi brayn
It's given me a fright!

So why, oh why, do you type this way?
I'm starting to really doubt
That English is something easy to obtain,
Well that's it--I'm out.
My brain hurts
Storm Jan 2015
Close your eyes,
I'll hold you tight
So you can rest
And sleep tonight.

The world is cruel,
Don't make a sound
They will try
To pull you down.

In our arms,
The invisible knight
Will cradle you
So you're alright.

Don't be alarmed,
And please don't dread
While we tuck you
Safe in bed.

The words have stung
And brought you pain
Now, sweet girl,
It goes down the drain.

The world will mourn
And hear your cry.
But it's too late--
You've said goodbye.

Just rest, princess
And hold on tight.
It's all over now...
You'll be alright.
For the lovely Leelah Alcorn: Rest well, princess. You'll be served justice. R.I.P.
Storm Nov 2014
We’ve never met in person,
But there’s something I can’t hide. 
If there’s one thing you should know,
It’s that I want you by my side.

You make my every day,
You make my every night,
And once I get to see you,
Please don’t leave my sight.

Your laugh fills me with joy,
Your humor makes me glad.
Your pain makes me helpless—
Please don’t ever be sad.

If you were here with me,
You would be my world. 
I’d treat you like you should be,
You will be my gold.

Alas, you’re not here,
And perhaps belong to another. 
I will always be here, however,
And no, I do not stutter.

Perhaps someday we’ll meet
And speak face-to-face. 
Until then, however, 
The Internet will take that place.

I don’t throw these words around lightly,
But know them to be true. 
I finally discovered them, so let me say this:
I truely love you.
To my special someone: after talking via email for the past almost three years, I've realized all of the stories we've written together, and how much you mean to me. Maybe someday our stories will be nonfiction, and we can write our own. ♡
  Nov 2014 Storm
The Girl Who Loves You
LOVE
       is
         Like
A
       W
          A
             T
           E
         R
       F
         A
            L
          L

       The longer
          It is
      The harder
         It crashes

      The stronger
         It is
            The
               Faster it
          F
            A
          L
             L
                 S


        The *deeper

          It is
            The *longer

        It takes
             To
            *Get
          Out
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