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Yippie ki yay ki yo, Singin along my bro. Yippie ki yay ki ya, Playin in the playa. Yippie ki yay yahe, Down the slope on ski. Yippie ki yay Yamee, Dancin with a shimmy.
What a child He knows how to play He speaks in silence Holds his tongue His eyes read worlds of wonder He's feeling the pressure to
Life is like a video game. Like sims, except not as easy and in some ways not as hard. its filled with puns that are cheesy and it’s filled with birthday cards but life is like a video game.
always to infinity, I fight the lights that scream (they are so bright!) Location: The auditorium Characters: Me? Purpose: To stop my hands from sweating so much, oh God this stupid costume itches
My friendship to you.Its a curious thing.We laugh and we talk.And sometimes we sing.
Fade up lights 2 and 3! We want to have a general wash on the poverty, So the audience can see but not truly see the details of The decaying clothes and caved in stomachs and
A rocket waits to fly From its launchpad In the living room. Helmet on, radio in hand, Two explorers approach. One room over
I play the game I love. The game fights back at me. I can not play, I can not run, I can not walk. I watch my friends play. They feel bad for me. I watch the months go by,
Turn up the radio, as high as it goes. Drown out the echoing screams, That tell you nothing, But mean the world to me. The inaudible screaming in my head, Where the little monsters play.
Can this just be the present That everyday is Even with a nemesis Or without even saying Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades Or different context
Slow, cringed movements Small breaths, rapid Sapped, every ounce of strength, gone Sun is beating down, blaring hot Sweat drips off of my forehead
Life is a gamble and ther are all different types of players. I'm not hte type to place bets before the game begins. I wait until the dice have been thrown, then play my cards from there.
When life throws you a curve ball
When Mother sent me out to playJust in the garden there,I saw a flower in the bedA crimson rose of deepest redI drew my sword, beware.Imagine now Red Dragon’s glareHis eyes sun fire hot,
I know you are speaking, but I am not listening.
Plans for the future
Sliver rain falls from an endless diamond sky Never dreaming of an eternal life
Criss Cross Knock it off Save me the pity Ding Dong Poof me gone Plenty of us are broken Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot Threw my confidence over the moon
The time has come! My mind races as I wait to see that curtain rise. The one thing that makes me free to be whoever I wish and no one can judge me.
The Treehouse Wooden beams support, surround. Ladder, crow's nest, food abounds, Kitchen, rooms, high seas are found. Magic beings to work her charm,
A child goes out to play And stops to think about the day He doesn’t really see The effects of the rain
When asked what I want to be 20 years from now
I sit and I stare intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids Like blinds I shutter out the most of it, and trickling down are little specks of dust Closer I look
I'm waiting for our grand finale. Our curtain call, The stage is ours anyways.
Matter under mind
Sitting in my seat; doing so alone. They say smile, be kind, and make new friends. Tell me, admin, how easy that was for you. Tell me, teacher, how to smile in a room of strangers.
I am from Hell I was born there I live there I will die there I am from the fires that rage when people are angry Laugh there Love there Dream there
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star. Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.
It might have been a beautiful day, If it wasn’t for what’s coming my way. The sky is blue, The cow bellows moo, The birds are singing, The church bells ringing, The sun is bright
im on play, watching everything move in a reverse. who said rewind was good? mistakes driven through again. who said rewind was bad? love being simulated across the globe.
He covered his mouth to hush the panting breaths he took. Leaning his bare back against the shed, he re-formed his hand and placed a finger to his lips, asking a nearby rooster not to give away his position.
Fair is foul and foul is fair Lies, betrayal, hatred, and blood Loom freely in the air. Dearest hero turned foe Believe the literal truth and fell to an all time low His lady acted not as his conscience
I am the start the middle and the end of my life... and life I hold.... A little girl who knows nothing of the blood, death, and ghosts that haunt our family.
I smile when I read this line of Shakespeare And I nod to myself And think That never have I been so satisfied With a few words typed on paper.