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Star Star light, star bright,
Will you shine
Tonight?

Young and naïve
Full of hope and faith;
A gem in the dark night sky

Star light, star bright,
Will you not burn out
Tonight?

Keep your hope and faith
Believe and Trust
Shine on, like only you can

Star light, star bright
Will you fade to dust
Tonight?

Will your hope waver,
Will you lose faith
Will you still shine?

Star light, star bright
Are you still a star
Tonight?
Starlight I walked down the cold corridor, my shoes clacking on the hard tiled floor. The smell of death was palpable, if death had a smell. Up ahead, a tall, lanky middle-aged police officer stood grimly, his face lined with sympathy. I took a deep breath to steady myself, and walked up to him.

“Good afternoon, officer…”

“Officer Blunt. Andrew Blunt, miss. And you are Ms. Kingsley, are you not?”

“That would be me, officer. I understand I am here to identify a body. A body the police believe to be my sister’s.”

My voice broke at the last word. My dear, sweet sister. Cheerful and always optimistic, she was lik
That Girl Hiding in the corner
Red eyes, black tears
A blade in one hand
A bottle in another

She cuts, drinks and cry
Hoping to wash away
Her hurt and pain
Her sorrow and struggle

Then she turns around
And then, I see
A glimsp of familarity
And in horror, i realised...

That girl in the corner was me.

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Addiction

by ~psychotik-mind

She takes her heart
and locks it up
in the darkest corner of her soul

In her eyes
the fire burns out
replaced by a hatred so cold

She takes her hope
and tosses it out
for love has taken its toll

But,

In her mind
she still knows
her love for love would never go

And,

She knows
no matter how hard she tries
her addiction would be ever so bold.

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She takes her heart
and locks it up
in the darkest corner of her soul

but no matter what
her addiction would always be
love,
love,

and love.
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a short write-up from a sudden burst of inspiration. i love it when i have moments like that (:
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~Tiffersinger Jan 2, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
I love it!

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Experience shapes the path that we eventually take in life...
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~psychotik-mind Jan 4, 2010
thank you! :D

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And your point is...?
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~Tiffersinger Jan 4, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
no prob.

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Experience shapes the path that we eventually take in life...
:rose::heart::blackrose::heart::rose:
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~619warrior281 Jan 2, 2010
very nice:)

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If ignorance is bliss then i'd rather be insane.
To those moments where you realize just how unstable even the most dignified of minds are....and how dignified the most unstable minds can become.
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~psychotik-mind Jan 2, 2010
thank you! (:

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~619warrior281 Jan 3, 2010
your welcome:)

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If ignorance is bliss then i'd rather be insane.
To those moments where you realize just how unstable even the most dignified of minds are....and how dignified the most unstable minds can become.
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Kurt by ~psychotik-mind
Perfect Perfect

She looked young. No more than 18, I hazarded. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was pretty. She had a heart-shaped face, framed by long black hair which flowed passed her shoulders, nearly reaching her waist. Her eyes were heavy with mascara and eyeliner, with lips that were painted blood red. A pale pink blush streaked across the apples of her cheeks. She was wearing a simple white tank top accompanied with a vintage-looking bronze necklace, paired with a pair of denim shorts that exposed her thighs. A brown satchel bag hung from her right shoulder. She donned strappy gladiator sandals over her small feet, her toenails painted Perfect by ~psychotik-mind
Lost Where are you?
Hiding among the stars?
Are you the twinkle that comes and goes,
Like the faith of a wavering soul?

Where are you?
Lost, gone, have you disappeared?
Are you hiding, disenchanted spirit,
What does your broken vision see?

Where are you?
Will thou come back to me?
A physical body does no good,
No good, without spirit, you see.

Where are you, where are you!
I fear it's too late,
Are you near, my dear?
Do you wander here?

Where are you?
Where am I?
Friends, do you know?
I can't find myself, not anymore.

I'm not myself, I'm not myself,
not anymore, not anymore!
tell me, oh please, tell me,

Who am I?Lost by ~psychotik-mind
Teenagers versus Teachers "You don't understand!"
Both groups scream at each other.
"We work too hard!"
The teachers shout
"We study too heard!"
The teens shout back.

"We have families to work for!"
The teachers cry.
"We have our futures to study for!"
The teens are in tears.
And back and forth
The accusations are hurled

We scream
Never understanding
We scream
No time for sympathising
We scream
Oblivious to their suffering

And all we can do is scream
All we can do is scream.Teenagers versus Teachers by ~psychotik-mind
Letting Go Trudging on green fields
With yellow flowers, brown mud--

And a heavy heart.

Clutched in hand
Something tied to a string--

A letter stained with sorrow.

She stops in her tracks
Raises her clutched fist--

And releases.

The balloon flies
Towards the blue sky--

As tears flow.

A bittersweet smile
As she whispers to the wind--

"The art of letting go."Letting Go by ~psychotik-mind
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