, and quote is It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world. -Chaos Theory.
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"So give me all your poison,
and give me all your pills.
And give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill.
Your running after something
that you'll never kill.
If this is want then fire at will!"
-My Chemical Romance,
"Thank You for the Venom"
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"Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies."
-Edna St. Vincent Milley-
.My name is Forgotten.
.I'm 17 years old.
.My birthday is October 19th.
.I'm currently a college Freshman.
--My Wonderful Family--
Looking for more =]
[click the diamond]
"Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after
all your enimies are eliminated. Until then, everyone
you love is a hostage, sapping your courage
and currupting your judgement."
-Orson Scott Card-
-Empire-
My groups::
[click the diamond for We are who we are]
[click the diamond for Lost and Alone Only Wanting to go Home]
Come on in and join us =]
Make new friends and family.
"If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a lier,
A Hope-er, a Pray-er, a Magic Bean buyer,
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!"
Shel Silverstein
"It has been said that something
as small as the flutter of a butterfly's
wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway
around the world."
-Chaos Theory
My Poems
"Now I Become Myself"
-May Sarton
Now I become myself. It's taken
Time, many years and places,
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people's faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
"hurry, you will be dead before ----"
(What? Before you reach the morning?
or the end of the poem, is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!
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