Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
Making snapping cool and adorable.
Complicated Villain or Hero?
- Khan: He used my friends to control me.
- Then I realized, Moriarty did the same to Sherlock.
- Moriarty: Let me give you a little extra incentive, your friends will die, if you don't.
- And both the same actor, being controlled the same way. They are on opposite sides but hold one common wall that can be true for everyone. Thus you become a complicated villain or hero.
I have had so many tumblr moments today.
Passion is the wick that burns aflame and love is the candle: always there but it changes, changes shape and meaning.
Hello, starinsiders. I am very happy about getting Les Miserables on DVD (blue ray combo pack baby!) and on CD (I got the regular version before the movie came out, then today I got the Deluxe version, I am in the Les Miserables fandom and I am proud of it!). I will be singing all of my favorites all spring break! I am not very happy I won’t see my boyfriend, poor fate planning I guess. Well, here is some dry run sonnet. Sonnet number 2. Enjoy! And have a fun spring break!
Sonnet: 2, 23th March 2013
Staring in the distance,
Daydreaming to future times.
The distant future,
Could not be more in dis-allude.
There is a future, just in a day or two.
Luckily, the day is new,
And not that the day is dull,
It is a dreamy, dark blue.
Staring in the changing sky,
Watching for a change myself.
A change in skies, personalities, song.
Someday a chapter will close,
With a charter already mapped in the wings.
A character unscripted,
A chaperone in line.
Always a waiting cat,
Wanting the creamy milk.
Waiting for a change of heart,
So a change can happen once again.
Hey peoples. Sorry for the long awaited (hopefully) poem. I have been swamped at school and people. Trying to not drown myself with bad grades. I have been working on it.
Maybe I will stab at sonnets or short poems for a try. Here goes.
Sonnet: 1, 16th March 2013
Love, what a confounding thing.
All the sweeping storms
Shall own your life out of a young lad.
Engulfing with its mazes
And twisty turns,
Tripping young ones till they
Become timid and tired.
The cracks confuse the„,
Causing stress, how scary it is,
Before it envelops you!
One thought love was simple.
One bright young lad once said.
Years later, he said again,
To be naive, free like little
Ones are. To see the world
With eyes anew! Love, Ha!
One thing, it kills you. Trick is
Not to die by love, that
Is the part you can’t live without.
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I hit my THOUSANDTH post! 1,000!!!!!!!
And it was that post of dripping water.
A thousand posts later and my blog hasn’t gotten anymore cool.
Water is how cool my blog is. That is where my stage is.
Poem next week promise. I am tired and burnt out. Not of you guys. School, life, people, and everything annoys me once a day. Life in general, every one has those day.
Not to your extent, Miley. Ugh, but I promise one next week.
Maybe, I just need sleep.