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The School Library.It is the sound that many have already grown accustomed to. It is the short, quiet time that resides between the eerie silence of evening and the stressed, crammed light of day. The printer hums quietly in the distance, its soft, constant presence a gentle harmony against the low murmur of the surrounding students, the tapping of keys and the scratching of pencils, the flicking of pages and the scraping of chairs. There is the emptying of bags and finishing homework; weary procrastination lingers not so far off in the distance. It is the sound of the School Library.The School Library.
by ~dancinginferno
FadingSomeday I hope that you will see it, Staring right back at you, And you will be wondering where it came from -Fading
But then you'll think And wait a pause, As to why it is so familiar -
Because somewhere, In the darkness, When no one is looking,
A little flutter, A slight reminder, Of my silhouette lingers near
For as the sun can shine no brighter And you can't go the distance No matter how much I keep fading I'll still keep loving you
But then you've always been the lucky one, Never wondering why or how, or lo
by ~dancinginferno
RibbonsA little whisper, Grazing my cheek, A tiny flutter, As I slowly turn away, …Just as if you were really there.Ribbons
I met you once,
Standing at a crossroad, You had me, And I had you, And we wondered where to go,
Slowly, eyelids closed, As the memories wove their way into our hearts, Such an intricate design, So delicately strong, Such a blessed curse;
I often wonder, If as we passed, Crossing as we did, If you really thought About the future And us – about the other –
But then a
by ~dancinginferno
Beginningsonce upon a time I had always believed That a beginning shaped an end And the journey simply made it all worthwhileBeginnings
But how is this possible? How was I to know that my beginning was never yours?
And yet my questioning gets me nowhere –
And at this place of nowhere, Between the realms of happiness and reality,
I dream so much, So overwhelmingly... Undefined –
So much like the line between love and hate;
And now I know, That rules must always break, And life is all one big exception.
But yet I thought, I
by ~dancinginferno
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- Current Residence: Melbourne, Australia
- Interests: Ancient Mythology, Various manga & anime, various periods from history, reading.
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, Pride and Prejudice (only some of the versions.)
- Favourite genre of music: Classical
- Favourite poet or writer: *pulls out a list* - you really want it?
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- Favourite game: Maplestory
- Tools of the Trade: Microsoft word + my pacerr <3
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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