stuff I've written!

Awww...

just expressing how I feel! heather says I'm not expressive enough!
and to day I feel like shite. I've simply had enough.

Yeah, me too.

.

It's true (nods)

how come? actually, this needs to stay on topic. pm me if you can be bothered.

Of course I can be bothered! More writing coming here soon, I am sure...

like I said I'm tired right now!

*hugs*

have I posted that poem here from the unreachable star?

I dont think so.

hmm, actually I did, remembered it after posting here, sorry

well, post it again!

as said... found it during a King Richard search...

The Impossible Dream (The Quest)

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there's no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live

And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star.

😊

everything to make you happy lara 😉

hey, your not the unofficial whacko any more!

no, thought it was time for a change

that might possibly be a bad thing! 🙄

why would that be?

The crash of the vase, the face of the man.
It walks with black leather wraped in its hand.
Screams fill his head and echo inside.
He runs in tight circles...there's nowhere to hide.
He wishes so badly he could run from the beast,
but enclosed by the hatred its hunger must feast.
Now is the time a need has been born.
Absorbed through the boundries of hearts being torn.
The hand rises up,
but the pain isn't felt.
For the death of his heart
is worse than the belt.
-chico