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Credit: Alexa (buildingmycrescendo)
I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s creation.
I control all the outcomes,
in my exclusive narration.Too long have I been love stained,
needing to be pure once more.
Who knows how many opportunities
were left waiting by the door.I had failed as a writer,
but now I’m back for revenge.
My pen knows what’s best,
pushing sadness off a ledge.No longer will I be
a damsel in distress,
but now a fair maiden
putting suitors to the test.I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s conspiracy.
From now on my outcomes
will consist only of prosperity.Check out more of my poetry here.
I love Richie and Margot.
(Source: gravityisworkingovertime)
when all you did was do them a favor. I told you the truth. Are you honestly telling me you would have rather had me lie to you? You’re not even thinking this through, are you?
But it’s ok! If I needed you in my life, you’d still be there. :) So I guess this is just to say I need nothing from you.
MINI RANT OVER. Time to get ready for IGE!
- a relaxing shower
- drawing more hands
- singing
- tumbling
- cooking a dinner for my roommate and I
- conan
- sleep
MY GOAL IS TO GO TO SLEEP EARLY!I shall most likely fail….
The times aren’t as forgiving
as they were back in the day.
They give you a slap in the face
and leave you alone to decay.The world used to be gracious,
sparing those who were in need.
But now that ship has sailed,
causing misfortune to stampede.The land that was once so green,
is now a deeper shade of sorrow,
cuddled by a river of our tears
deep enough for all to wallow.We’ve been stripped of our happiness,
left with only despair to borrow;
constantly sending God our prayers
for simply a better tomorrow.Check out more of my poetry here.
‘cause honestly, the two roads could not be more different, and the right road could not be more obvious.
