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I Love You [Poem]All the stars in the sky,
Every one that you see,
Every one that is there,
And every one that once was,
Is how much,
I love you.

It's Raining Today

It's raining today.
I can hear the slosh of water on car wheels outside my window; see the racing droplets on the glass that shields me from the cold outside.
Although it's Autumn it feels more like Winter, but I suppose that's just because it's typical British weather.
Not that I mind too much.
I shift my weight to make sure my legs don't die beneath me; I'm sitting on my bed, gazing out at the wet street. Someone walks by with a rather dull umbrella and I wish I owned an umbrella painted like a rainbow.
Another car drives by and disturbs the puddles in the road, the reflections now distorted until the water settles once more.
I always

I think I am beginning to run out of words to describe how I feel... shame really. Even my thoughts are beginning to die. There used to be so many of them running around inside my mind but now... silence. Well, not entirely. But mostly they have just... stopped. Stopped running. Flying. Whatever it is that they did. They have just stopped moving altogether. Maybe my thoughts are tired. Tired of themselves. They are all the same anyway. I bet they are sick of each other and their constant whining and moaning. I know I am.
The problem is that I am tired. But it is not just the physical type of tired. I am tired. Just tired. And to be honest, I

Dyslexia: Feels DumbFeels Dumb.

It is a horrid moment when that test is placed before you and you stare at it for a moment before writing your name upon the virgin white paper. You twiddle your thumbs, a sweat breaking out upon your brow and bite your lip with nerves.
I understand. I really do.
When that test is placed before me and I've already suffered one panic attack wondering what exam it is I have today or whether I have an exam at all. One panic attack down. Many more to go.
I knot my fingers; make them scrap across my skin because somehow it calms me to feel something against my skin. I begin to shake my leg, its motions erratic as I try to get rid o

I find it interesting how we measure people by their emotions. Some are known as "bubbly" and "full of life" people, always taking life as it comes and keeping their chin up no matter what. Others are known for being "moody" or "depressed", keeping their head low as they think with negative thoughts of vulgar intensions.
If we could see people like this... what would we think of the sight?
What if, like heat vision, we could see people with emotions?
To give an example, what if you looked at a "happy" person and saw that half of their body was coloured in blue for sadness? Or if you looked towards a "moody" person and saw that almost every

Phan: It Means Nothing [Part 7]

He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping, his brown curls falling into his eyes as he buried his face into the pillow while he dreamed. Phil watched as Dan breathed deeply and then let out his breath again as he turned on his side in Phil's embrace.
The bed covers fell to reveal his tanned hip and Phil traced his fingers gently along the skin, making circular patterns before gliding his hands up to Dan's sides, along his ribs, up his arms and finally resting onto his shoulder.
He glanced at his face, watching him for a moment longer before sliding his fingertips up to Dan's neck where he dug lightly into his flesh and watched as the bru

A Horrible Love SongWhatever happened to us?
I thought that it was love at first sight,
I guess it was a lie,
Like all those ones you told me before,
Although I swallowed them whole,
Like sleeping pills,
To a happy land,
Where we smiled and held hands,
And I was happy with you.

Whatever happened to the times we spent together?
Did they mean nothing to you at all?
I thought what we had was special,
But apparently not,
You tore out my heart,
With your harsh words,
And now I'm alone.

Do you remember when we came here,
For the first time,
On a snowy night,
In the middle of Winter,
We had a cup of tea,
Instead of coffee,
And read our books in the booth,
In the cor

Corridor CrushThe bell rang and she checked her next lesson before grabbing her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she left the classroom, her eyes instantly watching the floor as she entered into the corridor. The dull hum of children laughing and chatting surrounded her from the few children standing in the corridor and she ran her fingers along the crème coloured wall, her mind elsewhere as she bit her lip.
He called her name, his voice familiar and deep but friendly and she looked up, her stomach flipping and warmth spreading through her like butterflies as she met his gaze, his blue eyes full of amusement and his grin wide as he watched her.
She

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You reply almost straight away, telling me that I am silly and that I do not bother you at all. You ask me how my day is and my heart gives a squeeze as I see the three kisses at the end of your words. I must remind myself that you have a girlfriend and that you probably add kisses at the end of every conversation with a girl and yet my smile still grows.
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Phan: It Means Nothing [Part 4]

He twirled his brown locks around his fingers, his other hand behind his head as he leaned back against the sofa. They had fallen asleep, Dan lying against Phil's chest with his arms wrapped around the eldest's middle. He looked peaceful, somewhat angelic with his parted lips and long lashes brushing his slightly flushed cheeks.
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But he believed otherwise.

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Swaying In The Breeze

by ~RainbowRandomness, Oct 27, 2012, 6:29:16 AM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

The sky was filled with grey wisps of dark clouds, the air crisp as it caressed her pale skin. She swayed in the breeze, her fingers cold as she watched the leaves beneath her feet, their colours golden and burnt red, touching brown and a light orange. They were broken by her steps and piled high over the muddy ground.
Her hair whipped around her face, catching on her parted lips that were a faint shade of pink. She did not reach up to remove the caught hairs, but left them to do as they pleased. Her hat was beginning to slip from her head although she did not adjust it back over her ears.
Dirt was smeared over her cream colour coat where she had tripped and a speck of blood was evident on her knee where she had scrapped her skin and broken her jeans from the fall. The tear marks down her cheeks were more prominent now in the cold as they turned to ice.
The branch creaked in the wind as spare leaves rustled on the trees, the rope straining slightly as she swayed in the breeze. Her last words still lingered on her lips tinted with a splash of blood, a final goodbye.
She had wondered how long it would take for someone to find her.

Swaying In The Breezeby ~RainbowRandomness

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Emotional

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I wanted to write something dark for an Autumn day...

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~Gigglegirl243 Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is amazing, good job.

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~RainbowRandomness Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you

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Mood: Love

*IRideAMagicalLadle Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh my goodness.....................

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~RainbowRandomness Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Assuming that's good haha

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*IRideAMagicalLadle Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Very very good

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~RainbowRandomness Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you ^_^

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~berrywhitesnow Oct 27, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

This is beautiful!

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~RainbowRandomness Oct 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you dear

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