Roses grow Bloom, then wither With their vibrant colours - They glow
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Red rose I reach for you on the bush But with your thorns you prick A cut on my finger It starts to bleed A beautiful thing can never be perfect Underneath it all There's always one thing misplaced -
Two random poems I wrote today after the English test. The second one is my first poem without rhyming words.
Okay, okay. So maybe my sister has a point on how poems that don't rhyme can be nice and poetic. Hah.
Foreword
You steal, you get haunted. You spam, your loss. You criticize, you waste your finger muscles. You displeased? Then leave.
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I mantain this blog and write in it for my own viewing. I don't care about the number of visitors I have, it bothers me not. I don't conform to the world like people do.
Shur'tugal
Clara.
Christian.
23/01/1995
The Inheritance Trilogy, Dragons, Zar'roc, Ellesmera, Saphira, The Ancient Language, magic, elves, Murtagh, Eragon, Brom, Black Morning Glory, steel swords with wire-wrapped hilts, bow and arrows.
The Lord of the Rings, Indiana Jones, Blood Diamond
Garrett Hedlund, Edward Speleers, Jeremy Irons.
My only wish is to become the Christian I want to be, and to be a Dragon Rider and embark on a journey back in time, where dragons existed, magic was usable, swords clashed, evil reigned, and I would fight battles, on Dragonback.
I talk in my sleep and High School Musical is overrated.