Like worlds colliding,
We f
e
l
l together for a summer,
A whirlwind romance of convenience,
Of fireflies and summer skies,
And kisses in the fields,
We fell together,
Into (not quite) love,
Where whispered words tasted so s-w-e-e-t,
Like artificial sugar and desperation,
And we wantedneededhoped this would last forever,
But summer slipped by,
In moments as fragile as a butterflies wings,
And you said maybe,
We could burn brighter than shooting stars,
Until we burnt ourselves out,
And fall apart again,
Like a suicide self-destruct,
We f
a
l
l together,
Like worlds collidi
I think Im a little bit broken,
Or maybe Im just lost,
Cause it feels like Ive fallen through the mirror,
Like everything is the same,
But different.
I think that you cant fix me this time,
Or maybe you have already,
Cause I dont feel so alone when youre here,
Like maybe itll be ok,
Someday.
I think maybe everyone feels this way,
Or maybe Im just going insane,
Cause everyone feels alone sometimes,
Like I know were all connected,
Not alone.
Dear...?
Im not sure what we are anymore. We hardly talk to each other, so friend doesnt seem right, but after all that weve been through together acquaintance isnt right either. I dont know how years of fun and jokes and advice seem to have disappeared so suddenly, but how long can I hang onto the memories? You were always the one that I turned to, the one I counted on. You promised youd be there. But Ive needed you this year, and when I turned to you, you werent there anymore. Where did you go? I have changed, I have cried and screamed and loved and laughed, I have walked the streets of a fo
Dear Big Sister,
Someday you will change the world, but I know you will still make time for me, just like you always have. Youve never been too busy to try and help me with homework or too cool to watch really bad movies and laugh until we cry. You are brave, and strong and beautiful. Youre something special, something extraordinary, and someday the world will see you like I do, I promise. And maybe we arent sisters by blood, but we share a deeper connection. Ours is a relationship of cookies and music and firefly, better than anything I could have imagined. So heres to you big sister, brave, brilliant, beautiful and
Dear Little Sister,
Someday when you grow up your going to be so damn beautiful, and you wont care. Youre the best person Ive ever met, your kindness is beyond comprehension, and while Im not sure what I did to deserve you Im so glad I did it. I cant imagine a life without you, supporting me every step of the way. With you my dreams become closer, my hopes seem less silly. My partner in crime, my best friend, someone to laugh with and chase dreams with. I know I could call you from the middle of nowhere at three in the morning and youd come pick me up, no questions asked, just because thats the
Dear Neighbour,
I wish that Id gotten to know you better, we lived next to each other for several years and I barely knew you at all. They said you were brave and bold and kind at the funeral, and I remembered the times that youd given me free plums off the tree in your backyard and money for the forty hour famine. I guess I was just too busy and too involved in my own life, but now I wish Id crossed the five metres to your house and gotten to know you better. They picked a beautiful photo for the memorial booklet, you looked so happy and alive. I cant believe that your gone, that while I was busy living my own life y
Dear You,
Maybe we havent met yet, maybe we never will but I want you to know that I love you. Maybe you think that youre not pretty enough or thin enough but you are, youre beautiful and I honestly believe that with every part of my being. Perhaps you aren't part of the popular crowd or maybe you are, whatever you are: Be yourself. You can be anyone you want to be, do anything you want, I believe in you. No matter what, someone somewhere loves you and you will never be alone. I love you.
Love,
Me
Dear Baby,
Youre not even conceived yet but sometimes when I see pregnant mothers I think about you. I worry about bringing someone into this beautiful but brutal world and that I wont be a good enough mother. I cant imagine being responsible for a little life, Im scared Ill screw you up for good but I promise Ill always do my best. Ill teach you to see pictures in the sky and chase dreams. Well follow butterflies barefooted through the park and Ill always love you more than anything else. I love you already,
Love,
Your (not-yet a) Mother
Like worlds colliding,
We f
e
l
l together for a summer,
A whirlwind romance of convenience,
Of fireflies and summer skies,
And kisses in the fields,
We fell together,
Into (not quite) love,
Where whispered words tasted so s-w-e-e-t,
Like artificial sugar and desperation,
And we wantedneededhoped this would last forever,
But summer slipped by,
In moments as fragile as a butterflies wings,
And you said maybe,
We could burn brighter than shooting stars,
Until we burnt ourselves out,
And fall apart again,
Like a suicide self-destruct,
We f
a
l
l together,
Like worlds collidi
Life is...Story of a Soldier by PacificRose, literature
Literature
Life is...Story of a Soldier
Life is
(Story of a Soldier)
Life is red,
It is a war, scarlet blood shed unwillingly,
It sounds like gunfire in the night, like a dreamers silent screams,
It smells of mud, dried blood and sorrow,
It feels like fire and rain, ripping through veins,
It tastes like copper, bitter and lingering aftertaste
Life is orange,
It is victory and sunrise over the horizon,
It sounds like loud silence, too quiet,
It smells of blood, a too high a cost,
It feels like winning, yet empty of meaning now,
Tastes of brightly coloured candy, not as good as imagined
Life is yellow,
It is the too bright sunshine after the dark,
It sounds like
Dear Lover,
We havent met yet but someday we will. You dont know it yet, but were going to be fantastic. Or maybe we have met but we just dont know it, maybe youre that cute boy on the bus who smiled at me yesterday or the sweet guy who served me at the supermarket last week. Ill be quirky and youll be cool. It wont be anywhere close to normal but well love it anyway because its us and we wouldnt want it any other way. Maybe youll have tattoos and listen to rock music, or maybe youll be a starving artist and write beautiful songs. I dont really mind, I just k
Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. You can't use the band I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It's a lot harder than you think! Repost as "my life according to (band name)"
Pick your Artist:
Reel Big Fish
Are you a male or female:
Why Do All Girls Think Their Fat?
Describe yourself
Alternative, Baby
How do you feel:
Mama, We're All Crazy Now
Describe where you currently live:
Another Day in Paradise
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Spin the Globe
Your favourite form of transportation:
99 Red Balloons
Your best friend is:
Brand New Hero
You and your best friends are:
Nothi
Pick your Artist:
Death Cab for Cutie
Are you a male or female:
Technicolour Girls
Describe yourself:
Champagne from a Paper Cup
How do you feel:
Stability
Describe where you currently live:
This Temporary Life
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Hindsight
Your favourite form of transportation:
Passenger Seat
Your best friend is:
Why you'd want to live here
You and your best friends are:
Soul meets Body
What's the weather like:
Underwater!
Favourite time of day:
Tomorrow
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
We looked like Giants
What is life to you:
Line of Best Fit
Your relationship:
I wil
Pick your Artist:
The Beatles
Are you a male or female:
Girl
Describe yourself:
A shot of rhythm and blues
How do you feel:
Getting better
Describe where you currently live:
Here, There, and Everywhere
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Across the Universe
Your favourite form of transportation:
Like dreamers do
Your best friend is:
To Know Her is to Love Her
You and your best friends are:
Watching Rainbows
What's the weather like:
Here comes the Sun
Favourite time of day:
Golden Slumbers
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
September in the Rain
What is life to you:
The long and winding road