Just something to let you all know.
Frank was a Drac before, wasn't he?
Reeeeenooooooovaaaaatiooooooon.
Until tomorrow night.
In Juliet, Georgia.
The writing.
“I unno. He’s, uh, easy to do.” For super hero day! Hell yes, it's short!
Just my mind late at night.
There was once a time where everything was simpler. Closets didn’t matter at all, printing was for the authors of the world, and electricity didn’t exist. That was the time… A time where I ne...
Everything's coming back, and so are the Killjoys. What was fought against has never died. The sequel to My Name Is Violet Rage.
It.
Heh heh, it's 2:25 am, and I'm still awake. Thought I'd write something about summertime... Didn't turn out funny.
Demonic greed kills without murder.
A tale of two friends, two that promised the end.
Just mindless rambling aout squeezing the life out of poems to get their 'meaning'...
To Lorna Lauren Ni Ionnrachtaigh (unitedsuck007).
The prequel to 'My Name is Violet Rage'.
Julia, 12, and Rachael, 17, are taken by Gerard Way. Who knows why?
Violet Rage has a long way to be before the end.
Just my little rant. Join in if you wish.
A day-dream turned song.
The story of my friend and I apologizing to each other, in rhyme form.
Lobar Wrench has nothing to live for in her old town, but that'll all change in the new town she's run away to.
A sonnet about myself writing. It's lighter than my others. Italian, one-shot, no break, and no, I didn't mean to rhyme 7 lines.
A sonnet, still for school, about my ex-friend and I. English, one-shot, and uh here.
Sonnet for school. I don't want to make anybody feel bad, but I want this to be evoking. English sonnet, not Italian. One-shot. Review before Wednesday.
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