I want fried plantains. Really badly. I mean REALLY badly. If I have to, I'll fly down to South Carolina and go to my favorite place there and get me some god damned fried plantains. My favorite place there, by the way, is Key West Grill. Oh my god, that place, ughhh I miss it. I hate Kentucky. It's so blah and boring.
Update on my thoughts on college. I'm still going to apply to SCAD. But I kind of want to go to California though. I haven't actually found a college I like, although I haven't looked around much. I just want to be near a beach and in a good school. I know having a beach around isn't exactly something you should judge your college choices one...but I am.
My grades aren't so bad anymore. I think I only have one C, and it's in English so I don't care. She's a bitch of a teacher and grades like a hard ass. I know I put effort into the work I do for her and that's all that matters. If she doesn't like what I do with what she gives me, then she can continue to give me pitiful grades. If she thinks it will motivate me to "do better", she's obviously mistaken.
Oh. My mom says that she's been noticing I'm happier. This is good. I haven't noticed it, but I believe her. It must be nice to see me happy.
I posted in the forums, told them to post as much as they'd like and anything they'd like. After about 2 weeks of sifting through comment after comment, I bring you these wonderful works. Each of them, I felt, was unique and special and it seemed to me everyone had put in a hefty amount of time and effort into creating these pieces.
So without further ado, I bring you 129 deviations from our wonderful community.
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Invisible LoverInvisible Lover
By Ryan Ashley
My true love, whom I cannot see,
Lives in my senses, and is always with me
I smell her scent in the flowers and grass
I taste her when I eat something sweet
I feel her touch in the warm summer wind; a passionate heat
I feel her longing on the cold East breeze
Her face is the rising sun
I hear her cries in the voice of birds; her words, the wind in the trees
I hear her in my favorite songs; the chords and notes, her embrace
The drums are the beat of our hearts, which in our closeness race
But when the world is asleep, with not a sound around
My love leaves me. Nowhere to be found
Loneliness grips me, for by reality’s cruel decree…
I cannot see my love…and she can’t see me.
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Mature Content
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Chain of Unforgotten MemoriesShe will always be close to my heart
No matter how far we grow apart
I loved her and still do
When I look into her eyes
I find that everything feels so right
I don't want to say my goodbyes
I'm trying to let go with all my might
But....
She will always be....
Be in my chain of unforgotten memories
No matter how hard I plea
I don't want to be enemies....
As we fall away
I start crying
My life is so gray
Because I feel like I'm dying
All the good times we had
Everything seemed to be fine
But I can't be anything but glad
To have been able to call her mine
She will always be....
Be in my chain of unforgotten memories
No matter how hard I plea
I don't want to be enemies....
Flashbacks run through my head
So intense
Especially when her name is said
My body gets so tense
It feels like she is right here
Right beside me
I start to shed a tear
But remembered she said not to flee
She will always be....
Be in my chain of unforgotten memories
No matter how hard I plea
I don't want to be enemies....
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Excerpt: The Drake Equation
“Can you see it?”
“Oh, my lord…”
“Appropriate response. Can you feel it?”
“Yes”
“Can you hear the song?”
“…I don’t hear a thing”
“Concentrate, reach out with your mind. Grasp my memories”
“Oh my….”
The wind blows across the vast expanse of green, leaving in its tracks ripples of grass. It spreads the smell of rain and light, the cool chill of spring. The sparkling snow of the towering mountains scatters the rays of twin suns across the valley. A small lake shimmers far off beneath the knoll that he stands upon. Flocks of ravels dash below in patterns of dance, some taking to flight climbing high into the clear blue sky, circling above.
Then the sound; the harmony of a thousand voices join as one and ring. A sound so pure, so true; a sound like none John had ever heard before. The song of freedom, of liberty, of reality. The song
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I thank you, on mine and the artists' behalf, for taking a look at these pieces and I hope you've found plenty of things to look at, comment on, fave, and maybe even people to watch.
Have a wonderful day!