Choose. I chose, But my choices come with woes. How will I make it? Nobody knows. But I chose, and that’s how it goes.

One thing, Now gone, And it’s never to return, But that isn’t what mattered, I’ve learned. I chose, and someone else is heard....

Her soul was cerulean, like the hue of a calm sea on the perfect day. It is the color everyone wants the sea to be, yet it rarely is. The color of waters at Cancun, Hawaii, and the Bahamas. The sea of tranquility, of peace, and completeness. The color of brightest heights, and darkest depths, with layers many.

Not only this shade of blissful blue, but also swirled in was the glimmering hint of g...

I don’t have that much to say, so do not see me in this way. I only have a list for you, I hope you’ll find it useful, too. Read carefully, and please do heed these words that I give, indeed. For all you need to know to rest is some words of advice from your friend, Death.

1. Think of me often. No, I’m not kidding, think of your coffin. If you do, you’ll daily remember that January is a blink fr...

Adios. Adieu. Au Revoir. Ciao. Sayõnara.

I guess the easiest way is to just say…

GOODBYE.

Does it matter if I say it in a different language? What if I say it with an accent? Would it change anything?

No, not really.

I don’t suppose any variation in the way I say it will do much at all.

That’s just how it is, I’ve deducted.

Well, I guess Spanish was a waste anyways. And all those funny acce...

I can’t say, I can’t tell. Despite my tongue, I mean well.

I won’t speak, I won’t say. This burden will just have to weigh.

I shouldn’t spill, I shouldn’t speak. I will not grow weak.

I promised not to spill So let this secret be, if you will....

You kiss my lips, but stab my back. You hold me close, but my heart, you attack. You make my days better, but my life you wrack. You’re night and day, like some maniac. One day you’re white, one day you’re black. You drive around in your old Cadillac, You’re as up and down as ol’ Freddie Mac You kiss my lips, but I feel my heart crack....

I take people around the world, to wherever they want to be. Day by day, people kiss in the back of my seats. Day by day, I hear people speak; of good days and of bad, of happy days and of sad, of solemn days and of glad. Day by day I stare at the road, as people talk of times of old, as people speak and laugh and cheer, and all the sounds come to my ear. Day by day I wish I hope, ...

Thud.

My eyes split open, and I bolted upright. My eyes darted to my window. It was still shut. I then peered at my closet. It was also shut. Lastly, I took the daring deal, and peeked under my bed. Nothing was there. So I sat up.

In front of my face was a horrifying figure. Orange and yellow eyes peered straight into mine. I screamed.

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My cat purred....

Caw. Chirp. Squawk. You ugly moron, go on a walk. Caw. Chirp. Squawk. Get rid of that awful Mohawk. Caw. Chirp. Squawk. Your stupidity makes me gawk. Caw. Chirp. Squawk. “Why can’t you just be a hawk?”

—END— :)...

I hear the the ocean. I hear it’s waves. I hear the storm. I hear it’s rain. The smell thereafter, Petrichor, Reminds me to be calm Forevermore. I hear the river. It courses fast. Time goes by Like an hourglass. But I won’t know, And I wont care. For at the blue sky I will stare....