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 Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 8:01 pm
Welcome ye'
Hello, Raidon Here! I'm starting my Lit thread. I suppose I should tell you some stuff. One: I am CONSTANTLY creating stories in my head, making fluid images race through my head at pretty much anytime. Especially in the car, I find my self most relaxed, listening to music, watching the scenery go by. Its the reason I didn't min riding the bus for a while, 45 minutes to me and my thoughts. They're usually some sort of fantasy story, most of the time based off what current craze I'm in, like Kingdom Hearts, FullMetal Alchemist, or Twilight or something. I don't really right poems too much, I find it fun too. I sometimes write, well I don't really know what theyre called,but I just right, life lessons I suppose. I just pick something that inhibits to my current life situation and write. Poems are in
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~ Raidon
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:54 pm
( A story I plan to write, the beginning)
I thought it would be simple, High School, I thought my friends would have my back, and I'd have theirs. We would breeze right through, love and live life. That how we always planned it that is. I'm sure they had good intentions going in, don't we all, we plan for perfection, think of ourselves as invincible, we don't think of the pain that can be place upon on is. Going in we planned it would be easy, going in we planned that our tale would be one we told all of our children, at the same time. But as I'm sure you know, plans go astray, and this story is no difference...
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 2:03 am
Alot of things changed half-way through freshman year, my best friend Seth got new best friends, my girlfriend decided that my love wasn't good enough for her, and I also found out I can create lighting by snapping my fingers and create tornados with a flip of my wrist. But lets not start in the middle, lets go back to first day.
"Seth, SETH!" John waved his hands frantically until a dumbfounded Seth, mid-bite into his pig-in-a-blanket, found himself locked on John. His best friend he managed a smile through his mouthful, which John which he hadn't. Seth ran over and was greeted with John look of gruesome disgust on his face. " Next time just reply with a Hello." John cringed. The two friends laughed it over before Seth wrapped his arm around John shoulder and they walked through the double-doors that led into the High school, or in other words, Hell.
Seth was an awesome kid, he did not really have a lot of friends. Mainly because he didn't try. He always seemed content, but when he met someone new, you could tell, they liked him. He was easily drawn into. He was good-looking too, tan skin. It was permanently burned into him from the years of summer-soccer camp he went through. He never played soccer, just wen to camp for it. But he was good, he was really good. He had light honey-brown hair. It was choppy short stopping right above his eyes, his eyes were perfect circles of creamy vanilla. I suppose I should tell you how our friendship fractured, it came in the name of a villainous fiend known as 'Try-out Poster" Thats right, I said it, a poster, my worst enemy at the time. And the incredibly over-macho super-star standing next to it.
Their schedules couldn't have been more opposite. John and one of the school and Seth at the other. It was like first to seventh period. As John looked down in bitter depression Seth just smiled, encouragement as usual poured from his over-glittery white teeth, "Dont fret man, you really think this will change at all? We'll still be tight, no matter how many miles we have to run to see each other." He gave a brilliant smile, flashing his smile once again. John faked a smile and mumbled a "you're right." As he kept brooding as they walked down the hallway it took him two seconds to realize that his best mate had stopped. He turned to see Seth staring up at a roster. It was for the Soccer team, try-outs were coming up soon. John approached Seth, "You never try out.." he said in hope of him sticking to it. It was Seths turn to show off a fake grin, "Ya I know..just, lookin'." He was about to turn and leave until Chase Collins, the star Soccer player stepped his over-righteous self in between John and Seth. "Seth Donovin! You were at Super Strikers this summer! You were amazing, please tell me your coming to the try outs we'd really need someone like you!" Seth gaped a little before responding in cave man form, "I uh.." Chase shook his head putting his hand up, "Just come Saturday for a try out, all I'm asking, you'll do fine!" He patted him on the shoulder, making John want to pat Chase in the head with a sledgehammer, and walked away back down the hallway. John crossed his arms, glaring. After Seth finally closed his mouth and his eyes averted from Chases back he looked to John. 'Don't give me that look, hes the one that asked." Seth began their walk again to their first period. "Look Ill just go, I wont make it anyway, I'm not that good." John just looked at his feet. They got to their cross-hallway, John going right Seth left. Seth spoke first, non-nonchalantly "Look remember what I said, everything will be fine. Ill see you at lunch." He turned and left. John stared after watching Seths hair swayed back and forth, almost for the first time seeing a stranger. Everything was not going to be alright.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 2:19 am
My dreams come slowly
Over vast gullies and deep canyons
But none the less they come
For me, of You.
The dreams come slowly
slowly but truely
they come in waves
they come in packs
For me, of You
They leave as I wake
They leave as eyes quake
And more than you in my mind
Of you in front of my bare eyes
For me, of You
And here you lay
In my arms
Not my Dreams
Come fair dreams
You can share my time
And count down the moments
To when I see you again
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 11:16 am
Your poem is beautiful. I have some poems somewhere, i would have to dig them up
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:10 am
That is a beautiful poem. heart
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 9:44 am
im a lover of many things like litature and drawing when ever i listen to music my mind just explodes and goes off into space i have a big amagination and it romes everywere i can never really get board,even if i complain, but isnt that what girls do dream of a distant land with better things to do my journal has alot of stuff on here that u might like so check it out everyonce in awhile there might be somthing good!
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