would an angel touch you?After a night of partying, Doing things immoral and wrong, You pass out on the walk home, It seems to be so, long. Lying on the cold hard ground, you hear what must be birds, a flutter of wings. You open up your lazy drunken eyes, and see an image, that is a total surprise. Wings of white and a kind loving face, soft gentle hands, trying to guide you But would an angel touch you? Or would they turn away? Would an angel touch you? Or do you bring them shame? They are as perfect, as you are flawed. Do you think you would be saved? Owould an angel touch you?
who am i?who am I? I have no clue, Who am I? Tell me I really want to know Who am I? How am I seen by society? What do you think? Tell me, Tell me what you're saying about me behind my back Who am I? Tell me I really want to know what you, other people and strangers think of me, oh wait, I DON'T CARE! I really don't care what you have to say about me. All you people in society. I am me, and that's all that matters. Who am I? I know! I am me! And I am proud! I am me!who am i?
life of a piratewaves crashing, wind whipping, freedom, thy definition is open sea, pirates may be known for pilaging, stealing, and cowardice, they are also known for parrots, ships, treasure, being free, I wish I were a pirate, the life of a pirate, sounds pretty good to me, being in and on the water, and being freelife of a pirate
The Bigfoot Fairy Tale Part 8Bigfoot was walking on the side of the road, closer to the line of trees than to the road. All the time he was walking he thought about Sam. Samantha, he knew he loved her, and he knew that he should have told her where he was going, but he didn’t want her to endanger her.The Bigfoot Fairy Tale Part 8
‘She probably will never forgive me. She’ll leave me and never come back, once she knows that I have left.’ That last thought brought him pain, so he tried to think about the witch. All he remembered of her was that she hated children and she was his parent’s apprentice. He tried to remember the spell that she had put on him, word for word, b
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Fancy a friendly poke?
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*the future may be bright for after the darkness, always follows the light*
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:cranks a whipe: DANCE SNAPE DANCE!!!
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"Scribbling is how all artists start....some just scribbled more than others..."~Me
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