tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72857434978618194382024-03-05T21:42:57.787-08:00Childish IntentionsAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-69590985109306794142012-05-12T20:13:00.000-07:002012-05-12T20:16:01.519-07:00Heart of IceI don't know if I can. Let them take a place in my heart. Take a piece of my heart. What if they never give it back? I dont want it to shatter all over the globe for everyone to see. <br />
<br />
No one see's me. Don't worry. My heart will not get anymore cracks in it. It won't shatter.<br />
<br />
But... that one person. What if he touches me. Touches my heart. And. My frozen heart. And. The flames on his skin... What then?<br />
<br />
Then, it will shatter.<br />
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By, AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-57067814599816466162012-05-12T20:01:00.000-07:002012-05-12T20:01:21.307-07:00FrostFrost is what I see<br />
Bitting at me<br />
Niping at my hair<br />
Driving away dispair<br />
<br />
The only thing that will care<br />
The only thing that I will wear<br />
Draped over my body<br />
It holds between teeth, my keyAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-37688835022376968072012-05-12T19:58:00.003-07:002012-05-12T19:58:28.507-07:00Bitter BlueThe night of the frost<br />
The one that cost<br />
Me everything I have left<br />
His lips of soft<br />
Calm bitter blue<br />
Weather, changes the hue<br />
The sun, causes the dew<br />
On morning grass anew<br />
He lays there, unspoken, unbearable, unchangeable to me<br />
Something we can never beAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-4863009167629430972012-03-12T15:35:00.001-07:002012-03-12T15:38:10.420-07:00Seeing ClearlyGoing around the world<o:p></o:p> <br />
Looking out from inside<br />
Acting as those who don’t<o:p></o:p><br />
See what this world could truly be<o:p></o:p><br />
Saying fake words to blend in<o:p></o:p><br />
Escaping and retreating inside<o:p></o:p><br />
Saving yourself from those outside<br />
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Poem by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-31845730836025894142012-02-29T17:06:00.002-08:002012-05-12T19:54:55.001-07:00Falcon<span style="font-family: inherit;">Swerving dipping gliding on by</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Riding the wind high up in the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">From sun rise to sun set I soar in the air</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I look down below me without a care</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Truly am I, one that is free</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Distance to concur as big as the sea </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I chose my own path without regret</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is my one life’s goal, and it will always be met</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Poem by, Amira</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-19705478835481301212012-02-25T20:11:00.011-08:002012-03-12T15:44:42.607-07:00Wanting<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Holding</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">myself back</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Kissing</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">my dreams away</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Hugging</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">my knees to my chest</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Hands</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that cant grasp sanity</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Eyes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that see but cant take</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A Smile</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that makes me forget</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A Heart </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">that aches with wanting</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: inherit;">By, Amira</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-68862490231630749872012-02-19T17:16:00.001-08:002012-02-25T20:15:37.515-08:00Salt WaterThe sunlight dancing, trickling over my hair. I lean my head back to feel the soft caress of the sun as it kisses my face in greeting. Head against brick. Fingers cold as ice. I bet it look pretty. The way the sun hits the ocean. The way the sun hits the rain. The way the sun hits the tiny drops of salt water lingering on my face.<br />
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By, AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-18822308759015208862012-02-10T14:11:00.003-08:002012-02-25T20:16:02.547-08:00UnconrollableRage. It makes me wanna cry. Cry till my breaths come in hiccups and my lungs fill to a burst. But all the same it makes me want to throw my phone as hard as I can. Till it hits the chalk board and shatters into oblivion, and every head turns towards me. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Is this emotion boiling inside me, that I can’t deny, going to cause a fire? Or is there any way I can cool it down to a simmer.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Is it good? Should I let it grow or should I find a way to make it go away. Not keep it locked up, but not let I out either, make it vanish. I know I can, I’m good at calming myself. I just don’t want to. An emotion that gives you the courage, the rage, the reason to do something you’d never normally do?</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It makes me restless though, uncontained, uncontent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Uncontrollable. Should I let it take me under oblivion, till all I see is the pain lashing out. Uncontrolled, uncontent with staying in my body.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Or should I not let it get that far?<br />
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By, Amira</div>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-65728199877282901012012-01-29T15:45:00.000-08:002012-01-29T15:45:38.334-08:00Damp White Fur<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Silent tears falling, sliding, gliding down my cheek. A short little trail that evaporates as soon as it’s created. Tear, mixed with white. Holding onto, grasping my sanity. Rage. And a tinier feeling yet, sorrow. I did nothing wrong. My rage evaporating as quick as my trail. But the white soft fur remains damp. My emotions linger on him. I get up. Clean up<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> his </i>mistake. Let the bite of the cold seep into my bones. I welcome the ache, anything to forget the rage. To go on loving all that I have. Damp white fur. Dark brown eyes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">By, Amira</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-68559080766161977262012-01-02T13:09:00.001-08:002012-02-25T20:16:24.682-08:00FrostbiteThe warm candle light<br />
that reaches my delight<br />
tears me from the scenes I see,<br />
pulls me through the bars and sets me free.<br />
The flames lick my skin in ecasty<br />
and turns me to charcoal, the fire that torchures me.<br />
Everything is nice at first sight<br />
but, remember, everthing will soon bite.<br />
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Poem by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-38451818840450387922011-09-29T10:35:00.002-07:002012-02-25T20:17:01.423-08:00Shifter<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">“Naimieta” the voice said in a hushed tone. “Come to me Naimieta. I need you.” The voice caressed once more. Images clouded my vision. A car crash. A field of wheat. Shapes blurring around a fire. And a feather. I came back to my senses and- “Naime” I looked up to see the teachers face an inch from my own. Through gritted teeth the teacher said “Hallway” and pointed towards the door. The teacher led me towards the hall then slammed the door shut behind us. She crossed her arms, making her look even more mad than she already was, and said “Naime, is there something going on at home, the last few days you haven’t been doing very well in my class”. “I-I um no miss” I stammered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She raised one eye brow in a silent question. “I guess I’m just having an off week”. “I’m concerned about you” she lied “are you getting enough sleep”. “Yea” I said. “Really” she raised her eye brow again “then for falling asleep in class you get a detention”. She spun on her heel and walked back into the class room. Stunned I just stood there like an idiot until a sound penetrated my ears. It sounded like a crash, did my teacher fall? I looked into the class room… no. Then I heard a humming noise getting louder and louder. “What the?” I whispered. The sound was now practically two feet away, turning I saw two headlights coming right towards my face. “Holly crap” I shouted as I dove into the class room. Everyone got up and ran to the hallway door right as the car crashed into another car coming from the opposite direction. Looking behind me I saw the teachers eyes go wide as she realized that two cars were just driving in our hallway. “Outside, everyone” she shouted. Everyone opened the windows and we all stared climbing out. Good thing we were on the first floor. Realization hit me. The car crash was the one that I saw in my vision. Not even thinking I bolted toward the hallway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The front of each car was smashed together and smoking, but I didn’t care. I ran towards the first car, which was red, and looked inside. Nothing. Running to the next car, which was sleek and black, I reached out to open the smashed door when I felt something else in my hands. Pulling away I saw a note taped to the door. “209” was all that was written on the note. I hesitated, should I take it or leave it for the police? I heard boots running towards the cars, snatching the note up I slipped down the corner of the next hall and started walking fast. “Stop” I heard a voice yell. Pretending not to hear I started walking faster, come on I told myself silently just one more room. I heard footsteps behind me “I said stop”. Crap. Turning into the closest room I froze. Where to, come on. The window, no he would catch me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a storage closet. Bolting towards it just in time, I slowly shut the door. “We have dogs with us” the man said speaking into the darkness. I’m dead. But I did nothing wrong… except steal a piece of evidence. So, he can’t put you in jail for that. “Hello” I felt the warmth of someone’s voice speaking in my ear. I gasped. Thankfully the policeman didn’t hear it. “You came” the voice said behind me. Too afraid to speak I just stood there, in the darkness of the storage closet. “W-what” I finally stampeded in a quiet whisper. “209” the voice said. Defiantly male, the voice was smooth and intoxicating. “209?” I said. Then it hit me, I must be in room 209, the numbers on the note. Wait then was the person behind me in the car that almost killed me? I heard the policeman grunt in defeat and exit the classroom. I figured now was the time. I spun around, dragging my foot under him. He fell to the floor swearing. From the closet floor he grabbed my ankle and pulled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I fell backwards and the closet door swung outwards. Hitting the floor, the breath was knocked out of me. I lay there for a moment, giving him time to get up, before I too was on my feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I pulled my fist up to my face, ready for a fight. He stepped out of the closet and smiled a devilish grin. “You think you can beat me” he said in a mock tone. “What’s your problem” was my retort. “Right now, you” he said and took a step closer to me. I flinched back. “You put the note on the car?” I wondered. “So you did get it, then why, oh you were running from the cop” he chuckled a little “let me guess, he caught you red handed. Well you can put your hands down I won’t harm you. It would be pointless anyway, why would I want to harm you after I just saved you”. “What are you talking about” I didn’t put my hands down, although I did clutch my fist tighter. “The car that almost killed you. Wow you are dense. I smashed into it.” He said in a know it all tone “and by the way that was a new car, I was hoping it would last longer than the last. But here you go getting me into accidents”. “Me?” jerk I thought silently. “Yea you, ok so here’s the deal, you’re coming with me” in a matter of seconds he was next to me. Before I could register what had happened he grabbed me by the waist and slung me over his shoulder. “I’ll scream” I told him. “If you do the cop will hear you” he stated. Ok fine two can play this game I’ll let him take me away from the cop, then let the games begin. He walked to the door and peeked out. Sprinting down the hallway (or whatever you call it with a girl slung over your shoulder) he ran to the nearest exit. This exit led to the back of the school where the woods were. He carried me a few feet into the woods before I came up with a scheme to escape. I started coughing and chocking. I gasped for air, than slumped against him. “Come on do you think I’m going to fall for that he said. That’s when he noticed the blood. I had a cold hot dog for lunch and the left over ketchup packs were in my pocket. But not anymore, now they stained his nice black shirt… and my hip. I held my breath hoping he would think something was wrong with me. It took him all of two seconds before he stopped walking and laid me against a tree. I kept my eyes open staring straight ahead. He touched a hand to my hip where I put the ketchup and warmth spread throughout my body. “Now” I told myself I swung my fist towards his face. He caught my fist and our eyes locked. Without hesitation I brought my leg in and kicked out. I heard my foot make contact with his stomach as he gasped for air. Before taking off I glanced at him once more, I felt bad for this kid he was about seventeen and he must be a psychopath or something. Turning around to leave I hit something and stumbled back. Looking up, I saw him, right in front of me. “How” I tried to say, but he cut me off. “This is getting old” he growled at me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me deeper into the forest. I tried to yank myself away from him but his grip was starting to hurt me. “Ouch loosen up a bit” I said, he just kept dragging me forward with him, “at least tell me where you’re taking me”. “Were here” he said. I looked around and saw a large animal. A horse? He expects me to ride a horse. Yanking me over to the horse he grabbed my hands and quickly tied them with a rope in a tight knot. Then he hoisted me on the horse’s back and jumped on behind me. What does this kid want from me? We were on are way, I think it was about an hour before he talked again. “What’s your name” he asked me. I started cracking up. I mean come on this guy kidnaps a girl then tries to make small talk. “What’s so funny” he sounded so confused. Good, let him be. “What’s my name” I said “no I think the question is what’s your name. No let me guess its psychopath”. “Naimieta” he said, and I froze. That voice, it couldn’t be. Turning around so I faced him I looked into his deep grey eyes and couldn’t help to notice his dark brown hair. His gaze made me self-conscious of myself. I mean, it’s not like I’m pretty. I have short golden brown hair and light green eyes but I’m just average. Still looking at him, I asked “what are you”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This question took him by surprise. “W-what am I” he stamped nervously. “Well, I’m the same thing as you” He said nodding his head. It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than me. “Mhm” I turned around not wanting to see the laughter on his face when I asked the next question, “then how come you can talk in my head”. I felt him stiffen behind me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” he said in one breath. How come I don’t believe him? I should probably find out a little bit more about him before I accuse him of being some kind of wizard. Either that or I’m losing my mind. I wonder which one is right. My vote is on wizard because I can’t be losing my mind. “You never answered my first question by the way, what’s your name?” I asked him. “Oh um Claud or Claudius is my full name” he answered, sounding relieved by my new question. “How old are you” I asked. “Bout seventeen. You?” he answered. Yes, I got his age right! “15 turning 16 soon though”. I told him. This seemed like a normal conversation between two teens. But it wasn’t it was more than that. I could feel… something. It was like an electrical force was moving around us, binding us together. For a second everything became clearer. I could see miles in front of me and everything was detailed. I could see every grain of dirt that was on the ground. Then it was gone along with the electric sensation. “What just” the words stumbled out of his mouth, “I mean uh wow your only about a year younger than me”. Before he could say more I busted in, “You felt it to”. “Felt what,” he was playing dumb. “The electric feeling” I said. There was a long pause before he answered. “Maybe you are the one” he said quietly. After that we stopped talking. Soon we stopped and he jumped off the horse but kept me on. I looked around and saw a field of wheat. What do you know, my vision. He started to pull the horse into the wheat, after about a few feet the wheat opened up into a path. He rounded the path and the wheat opened up to a clearing. In the middle there was a fire with Indians dancing around it. I gasped out loud. When the Indians noticed us the dancing stopped and an old woman ran up to Claudius and gave him a big hug. Looking up and seeing my hands were tied she said “You didn’t have to use force to get her”. “He shrugged and said “She was stubborn”. For a minute he reminded me of the bullies at the orphanage. That’s how I got my fighting skills; I grew up afraid every time I went to sleep that I wouldn’t wake up again. Some of the kids in the orphanage are really aggressive. I would know, I’ve been raised there ever since I was little, apparently my mother died in child birth. He pulled me off of the horse and someone else took the horse away. He led me over to the fire and sat me down on a log. “Hello Naimieta” the old lady said “My name is Calldia. Would you like to hear about your mother?” Startled I looked up at her kind green eyes. Her hair was grey and braided down her back. “My mother died” I said. “Yes, she did” Calldia agreed “Giving birth to you”. I froze, how did she know this. “Would you like to hear the story” she asked. I nodded. “You mother was my daughter. I loved her very much” the woman saddened “One day she fell in love with a city mortal. She became pregnant and soon her love left her. She decided to have you in a hospital and when you were born and she died in child birth, the nurses didn’t know any other family of yours. We’ve been searching for you for a long time”. “Searching for me?” I questioned “how”. “Through the fire” she went on “You see we are not mere mortals like your father, we are shifters of the Indian spirits.” This lady was crazy they all were. But then how come I could hear Claudius’s voice in my head, and how was he was so fast. “What she says is true” Claud’s voice interrupted my thoughts. My gaze flicked over to him, and saw a pair of grey eyes staring intently back at me. “Then what about the car in my school” I said. This time Claudius answered “someone was fixing their car and it went hay wire, I saw it in a vision and had to stop it”. “How did you live the crash then” I asked. “I shifted right before the cars hit” he said. “So if my mom was one of you… I’m a shifter too” my voice came out shaky. “Yes, would you like to see what a shifter is” Calldia questioned. Hesitantly I nodded my head. She got up from her seat and grabbed my hand, making me stand by the fire. Then Claudius got up and walked over to me. All the Indians stood up and grabbed one another’s hands. They started to spin. Soon I couldn’t see any Indians; they were all blurring around the fire. My vision! I heard a buzzing sound like electricity running through wires. Then I felt it again, the electric feeling running through me and to Claudius. We were binded together in a net of, what felt like, electricity. My eyes dilated and then everything became clear again, but his time it wasn’t my normal vision. This time I could see everything around me. I could feel the electricity soak through my skin and into my body. I felt free and energized. I looked over at Claud and instead saw a dark brown eagle with intense grey eyes. Listening to the rhythmic hum that was going through my body me and Claud took to the air at the same time. Soaring through the air I knew that this was where I belonged, this was me. I felt the silky feel as the air rushed over my wings. And then I looked up to see Claud flying above me. I watch him for a second until I saw a feather slip from his wing and fall down towards earth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Story by Amira<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-53682456667444337782011-09-19T19:19:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:19:27.562-07:00Imagery ExerciseTry to picture, feel, taste, hear, or smell each word that is said. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">A lavender feild. A bouquet of white roses. A dove. A smile. Eyes. Skipping. Together. Just... being. Moments. Memories. Lasting. Now, not then. Forever. A drop, a flash, a rumble, a storm. The song. The music. Dance. Laugh. Jump. Live... together. In any storm any place. Make life worth it.<br />
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When your all done read it again.<br />
<br />
By, Amira</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-78377330456130109402011-04-18T16:55:00.000-07:002011-04-18T16:56:08.045-07:00The Way You AreThe way you are. Energetic around others. But content and calm alone. The way your silence is music to my heart. It takes my breath away. And locks me in a chamber. Its enticing. It encases me forever in your breath. That endless smile. Your arms. Thoughs enthralling arms could hold me forever. Your alluring appeal. Hair of deep space. Lips of pure red. Lips of a dragons breath. Take me. Eyes that open up doors. And lead me into the darkest yet mesmerizing cave. Your passion is fire. Burn me. I am yours.<br />
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-Note by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-20956733255925820972011-03-09T13:18:00.001-08:002011-03-09T13:49:10.812-08:00Love Has No DifferenceFluttering by<br />
High in the sky<br />
A butter fly dances<br />
A bird prances<br />
A fire fly twirls<br />
A dragon fly swirls<br />
A dove from above<br />
Falls in love<br />
<br />
Swimming with motion<br />
Down in the ocean<br />
A turtle glides<br />
A manta ray slides<br />
A shark swishes<br />
A fish kisses<br />
Its love,<br />
A dove<br />
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-Poem by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-60569056649985099792011-03-09T13:05:00.001-08:002011-03-09T13:48:48.993-08:00Frozen FireMy heart of ice. <br />
My heart of ice…<br />
Always gets taken away by the cold.<br />
Whoever I love.<br />
Their passion shows.<br />
But I cant handle it.<br />
The fire with in them.<br />
Burns me up.<br />
And I am Alone.<br />
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-Poem by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-18142770634531385892011-03-01T16:59:00.001-08:002011-03-09T13:48:19.490-08:00Alone by Edger Allan Poe From childhood's hour I have not been<br />
As others were; I have not seen<br />
As others saw; I could not bring<br />
My passions from a common spring.<br />
From the same source I have not taken<br />
My sorrow; I could not awaken<br />
My heart to joy at the same tone;<br />
And all I loved, I loved alone.<br />
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn<br />
Of a most stormy life- was drawn<br />
From every depth of good and ill<br />
The mystery which binds me still:<br />
From the torrent, or the fountain,<br />
From the red cliff of the mountain,<br />
From the sun that round me rolled<br />
In its autumn tint of gold,<br />
From the lightning in the sky<br />
As it passed me flying by,<br />
From the thunder and the storm,<br />
And the cloud that took the form<br />
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)<br />
Of a demon in my view.<br />
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-Poem by Edger Allan PoeAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-85710857363099007202011-02-28T19:25:00.000-08:002011-02-28T19:31:58.847-08:00Words of Romance<strong>A</strong>: Alluring, Angelic, Adoring, Appealing, Attractive, Absorbing, Accomplished, Affectionate, Admirable, Ardent, Amorous, Agreeable, Avid, Animated, Attentive, Amazing, Astonishing, Arresting, Ablaze, Aflame, All-consuming, Astounding, Able, Accommodating, Aching<br />
<strong>B</strong>: Beautiful, Beguiling, Beatific, Balmy, Benevolent, Burning, Blazing, Blissful, Brilliant, Bright, Beaming, Breathtaking, Brawny, Burly, Beefy, Breathless<br />
<strong>C</strong>: Content, Complete, Charming, Captivating, Cute, Charismatic, Capable, Clever, Caring, Compassionate, Cordial, Convivial, Cozy, Cheerful, Cheery, Considerate, Committed, Constant, Comfortable, Contented, Cherished, Compelling, <br />
<strong>D</strong>: Darling, Dreamy, Delirious, Desired, Delightful, Delectable, Doting, Demonstrative, Decadent, Devoted, Dedicated, Dazzling, Dramatic, Desirable, Delighted, Deeply, Dynamic, Dashing, Daring, Delicious, Divine, <br />
<strong>E</strong>: Elated, Enthralling, Enthralled, Engaging, Eye-catching, Enticing, Exciting, Extraordinary, Engrossing, Enchanting, Entrancing, Elegant, Excellent, Expert, Endearing, Extravagant, Enthusiastic, Enjoyable, Effusive, Expressive, Eager, Easygoing, Excited, Earnest, Exquisite, Exultant, Ecstatic, Enjoyable, Euphoric, Exceptional, Effervescent, Evanescent, Endowed, Exquisite, Erect<br />
<strong>F</strong>: Fascinating, First-class, Fine, Fond, Fiery, Fervent, Faithful, Flaming, Flushed, Feverish, Fortunate, Favored, Favorable, Fulfilled, Fresh, Flowing, Flowery, Forgiving, Feminine, Feisty, Frisky, Forthright, Fragrant, Firm, Focused<br />
<strong>G</strong>: Giving, Gorgeous, Glamorous, Good-looking, Gripping, Good, Gentle, Genial, Gratifying, Gracious, Glad, Gleaming, Glowing, Gifted, Graceful, Gentlemanly, Great, Generous, Genuine, Garrulous, Goose-bumpy<br />
<strong>H</strong>: Heartfelt, Held, Happy, Hot, Hot blooded, Handsome, Heavenly, Harmonious, Head over heels, Haunting, High-spirited, Honest, Hard<br />
<strong>I</strong>: Innocent, Interesting, Intriguing, Inviting, Impressive, Ingenuous, Intense, Impassioned, Idyllic, In seventh heaven, In raptures, Inspired, Incandescent, Incredible, Incomparable, Indulgent, <br />
<strong>J</strong>: Joyful, Joyous, Jovial, Jubilant, Juicy<br />
<strong>K</strong>: Kissed, Kind, Kindhearted, Kindly, Keen, <br />
<strong>L</strong>: Loved, Lascivious, Likable, Lovely, Lovable, Loving, Loyal, Lusty, Lucky, Luminous, Luminescent, Limber, Lithe, Lively, Luscious, Luxurious<br />
<strong>M</strong>: Memorized, Motivating, Mesmerizing, Magnetic, Magnificent, Magical, Madly, Memorable, Mysterious, Miraculous, Mellow, Masculine, Manly, Muscular, Marvelous<br />
<strong>N</strong>: Nice, Nimble, Naughty, Narcotic, <br />
<strong>O</strong>: Out of the ordinary, Open, Outstanding, On cloud nine, Overjoyed, Over the moon, <br />
<strong>P</strong>: Privileged, Passionate, Pleasing, Pretty, Pleasant, Persuasive, Pure, Pleasurable, Pleased, Perfect, Peaceful, Profoundly, Prized, Powerful, Pungent, Piquant, Potent, Pulsing<br />
<strong>Q</strong>: Quixotic, <br />
<strong>R</strong>: Remembered, Remarkable, Riveting, Romantic, Responsive, Relaxing, Relaxed, Restful, Rapturous, Radiant, Resplendent, Rugged, Reliable, Resolute, Radiating <br />
<strong>S</strong>: Starry-eyed, Sensual, Seen, Striking, Smart, Spellbinding, Stunning, Sensational, Sophisticated, Skilled, Sweet, Sensitive, Snug, Satisfying, Sympathetic, Supportive, Steadfast, Superb, Spectacular, Surprising, Startling, Smoldering, Satisfied, Sparkling, Shining, Skillful, Shimmering, Sunny, Supernatural, Special, Sexy, Soft, Silken, Slippery, Supple, Silky, Sentimental, Supple, Sinuous, Svelte, Strong, Spicy, Spirited, Stiff, Slick<br />
<strong>T</strong>: Tasted, Touched, Tempted, Tempting, Thrilling, Talented, Tender, Thoughtful, Tingly, Ticklish, Thrilled, Tranquil, Truly, Tremendous, Terrific, Treasured, Tasty, Turgid, Throbbing<br />
<strong>U</strong>: Unswerving, Unusual, Unique, Unforgettable, Unfaltering, Unwavering, <br />
<strong>V</strong>: Velvety, Vital, Vigorous, <br />
<strong>W</strong>: Worthy of note, Warm, Warmhearted, Welcoming, Winning, Welcome, Wild, Wicked, Willowy, Womanly, <br />
<strong>X</strong>: Exquisite, Exceptional,<br />
<strong>Y</strong>: Yummy, Yielding, <br />
<strong>Z</strong>: Zealous<br />
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-Romantic words found at: <a href="http://www.romantic-ideas-online.com/romantic-words.html">http://www.romantic-ideas-online.com/romantic-words.html</a>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-21658427861585078692011-02-28T18:55:00.000-08:002011-03-01T16:16:02.054-08:00She isShe is delicate like a flower that bruises so easily<br />
She is fragile like a piece of glass laying broken on the floor<br />
She is captivating like a bird set free from its cage<br />
She is gentle like a deer running away at the slightest sound<br />
She is intriguing like a snowflake melting in your hand<br />
She is elegant like the dance of two butterfly's as they spiral to the sky<br />
She is innocent like the purity of a white rose<br />
She is tempting like the softness of silk<br />
She is unforgettable like the love we used to share<br />
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-Poem by AmiraAmirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-6506242953374696742011-02-07T15:04:00.000-08:002011-09-11T18:41:38.329-07:00The Curse<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter one</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was compelled to look in his eyes. I had to. It was like being given an order. I stared down at his feet, not daring to look up. I could feel his eyes on me, staring straight into my very soul. Willing me to look. Willing me to enter his world, to take a step. I could feel my barrier crashing down and all of the sudden they were in my head. The voices told me not to. It was like a crowd in my head, yelling, screaming, it sounded like people being tortured, but it wasn’t it was worse. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were actually screaming for my sake telling me not to look in his eyes. I knew who they were, people who are trapped<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in his mind, who have also looked in his eyes. He took my chin with his two fingers “Nynette look into my eyes” he said in the deepest, calmest voice I have ever heard. Could I? Could I look, no. I would be taken. I don’t want to go in his world, do I? There’s a legend of my town about a young man. His name was Damarious, and he and Aphrodite (a goddess) were in love, until another girl came into the picture. The picture: Aphrodite’s love cheating on her with someone else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damarious took the other girls hand and kissed her cheek. He told her he loved her, now this girl was greedy. She only cared about money, his money. She didn’t like him, she was using him. She said “Honey what are your favorite things about me”? He looked at her and stroked her cheek, “Your eyes, Esmeraldas, your gorgeous sea blue eyes. At that moment Aphrodite was furious. She walked out to the woods behind his house to find him and instead found him and another girl. Bla bla bla, how all Greek stories are she gets mad, and curses him. But the curse is no ordinary curse. People who look in his eyes will go insane. They see everything that he has seen and can’t handle it. They go through his most powerful memories and can’t bare the sight and end up losing their minds. If a person survives his memories the curse will be broken. For what is in his past memories, I have no idea, no one has lived to tell the tale. Will I find out, lets continue with the story. So where were we, ah entering his world (or his memories). The people telling me not to look were all of the people who have lost their memories by looking in his eyes. Their souls were trapped inside him, living his memories over and over. But would I get stuck? Lost forever? His glasses were now off, in his right hand by his side. So if I looked up… I would see his eyes. “Will I die” I asked in a shaky voice. He has been my boyfriend for over three years now, I was sitting on his couch in his apartment when he said we need to talk, and he told me everything. I believe him. “Nynette” he said, and I could picture him speaking with his brown hair, pale white skin and perfect lips. Compared to me with my dusty blond hair and hazel eyes, he was way more attractive. “You’re the one, you will survive. You will live” he grabbed my soldiers “now look” he said. I trusted him with my whole life. But how can I survive and not go insane like everyone else. I just had to be strong. I have to be able to handle his memories. But how old is he even, how far back do his memories go. But, still I have to I can’t live with him always wearing sunglasses and staying young while I grow old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made up my mind, I’ll do it for him. I looked up. Tears were streaming down my face. I found his lips and stared at them, not yet ready to look up. I took a deep breath and glanced up. For a second I saw a pair of light, clear green eyes staring at me. And then a wave of calm washed over me. But it didn’t last long, I was ripped from the picture and now instead of standing by his couch in his living room, I was standing on a dirt road in the dessert. Scared and lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"> Chapter two</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The first thing I heard was “Thump thump thump”. I turned around and saw three horses coming toward me. I gasp because they were coming straight at me, I turned to run. But ended up tripping on a stone. I fell on my back and quickly sat up. “No” I yelled and put my hands up to block my face, but the horses went right through me and stopped by a dead tree. “Lets rest hear” I heard someone say. I turned around to see him Damarious, my love. He looked almost the same except his hair was longer and he looked 18, about one or two years younger than he is in the present time. He’s 20 but he’s been 20 for a while now. “Damon” a women said as she jumped down from a yellowish horse “Lets tie our horse on this tree”. She had long wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes, she was about 17 years old. “All right Claudia” he responded. They met eyes and she quickly looked away, showing how much she liked him. I felt my stomach growing tighter. I was jealous. The sun was setting and it was getting late. “I brought the stones” Damon said. He pulled out two stones from his horse saddle pocket with round ridges they were a very dull red color and powdery. “Claudia gather twigs” Damon instructed. She immediately started breaking twigs off the dead tree. After the other person got the horse tie up to the tree he turned to Damon. Damon instructed him and gave him an order to dig a pit, calling him by the name of Quincy. Quincy was tall and skinny about the high of his claudia even though he was probably only thirteen. He had dirty blond hair like mine, but his hair actually had dirt in it, along with a dirty face and the same dark eyes as Claudia. I was guessing they were brother and sister. The spark burst from the colliding rocks and almost jumped to the log, in a matter seconds there was a fire. Perfect timing, the last drop of sun just went down. They passed around a pouch of water and started getting ready to sleep by the warm fire. “Night Quincy, night Claudia” Damon said laying on the ground with his eyes shut. “Damon” said Quincy, “Will we ever see our mother again”? This made Damon uncomfortable. He shifted and opened his eyes, and gazed at the ground. “I hope so” He said, “She was the best cooker ever, I really miss her whole made pie’s”. Suddenly Claudia burst in “Why did they have to take her, why are we constantly on the run Damon”! She yelled. She sat up rubbing her eyes, that tears were starting to fall down. “Your parents were shot before our eyes, why didn’t you stop them from taking our mother, all you did was leave with us”! Damon got up and held her in his arms rocking her back and forth “shh” he said “It will get better I promise”. He sighed. “I guess you guys should know the truth now” he said. “My mother and your mother were talking for a while now, they knew this would happen. Our fathers both owed a lot of money to a gang. Your dad was killed before he could leave the gang but my parents and your mom got away with their children, us. The gangs been hunting for our parents to pay off the dept. So, wanting to protect us, they told me about it saying that if the gang members ever came, I was to take you guys and leave”. Quincy looked baffled and I almost thought he was going to cry to until he said “so what now”. Damon answered “well, my parents told me about the gods they said to find them and beg them for help, so were headed north of here to a town called Yazamar, there’s a gypsy who knows how to contact the Gods”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;"> Chapter Three</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I slowly fell asleep on the ground next to them. When I woke up I was standing outside a house, watching Claudia nock over and over again on a rotten wood door. “Maybe they moved” she said. Quincy scrunched up his face and turned the map around and around “No she’s here, and I know I’m holding the map right this time because North’s that way, he pointed towards North”. Damon took the map from him grunted then walked across the street to a different house. They reluctantly followed him. Damon pounded on the new door he went to. A second later a very slender Asian girl in a purple, sparkled cloth-like dress wrapped around her answered the door. She had dark, long braided hair and brown eyes. “May I help you” She asked with one brow raised. She scanned each person up and down. And for a second it seemed she stared straight at me. Then she swiveled her head to Quincy. “Ma’am” he said “Uh um, are you a gypsy”? She stared at him for a long second then burst out laughing. “Where are your parents” she said “If they need my help tell them to stop by“. She slammed the door on them. Quincy looked back at Claudia and Damon, Damon shrugged and Quincy started to knock on the door again. “May I help you” she asked again. “Um” was all Quincy got out before she started to shut the door again. He stopped it with his hand and said “Listen lady, were not children we’ve come a long way and need help summoning the gods”. She looked astonished for a second then stuck her head out the door and looked around, she motioned for them to come in quickly. They entered and she seated them around a large bowl filled with water. She said “You must be the Bathribs children” addressing Claudia and Quincy, then she turned to Damon and said “the Himels child”. They nodded and now was their turn to look astonished. She gathered small glassed and herbs and talked at the same time “Your parents already paid me, knowing this might happen. I thought it was stupid that they would pay me so early but a deals a deal I will help you. But first I must warn you. No one has ever survived witnessing the summoning of the Gods except the summoner, which in this case is me. You may die doing this, are you sure you want to go on”. She looked at them questionly. They nodded vigorously. The Asian women started to sprinkle herbs over the water while chanting a different language. She poured eight different glass bottle into the water until it turned a deep violet color, almost like her outfit. “Grab hands all of you and then hold mine, the words I’m saying will flow naturally from me to you, whether your survive will be up to the God that answers your call. They joined hands making a circle around the bowl of water till the air around them grew foggy and they all started chanting the words like pros. Shortly the air above the water bowl started to sparkle bright red and a face appeared. A Goddess with glowing gold hair and the most magnificent grey eyes. She had three roses in her hair and was smiling like she had just won prom queen. Then her face turned dark and she said, “who dares call upon me‘. Claudia and Quincy exchanges looks then said “I did” at the same time. “I shall cast you down to Hades. And you shall die for bothering me.” She snapped her fingers and they disappeared. Damon, wide eyed with terror said “No! Bring them back I will do anything you want please they have lives to live. Please”. She looked at him “Will you do what ever I say for two years brave peasant.” He swallowed and just looked at her. She smiled and said “I will even bring their mother and father back to life, but you have to let me erase their memories. They will forget you forever but live happily with their parents”. He looked steady but deep down I knew he was scared. “Now boy why did you call upon me. “Well uh gang members” he started but didn’t get to finish it. “Ok I will make them safe from gang member and you to if you serve me.” He looked straight in her eyes and said </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Fine".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">Chapter four</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">He served her, that he did. And I don’t know how he did it. The gods had grudges with a lot of people. And he had to do all their dirty work. It was horrible, I lost track of how many memories I got to, I stopped count at number 43. Damon killed over 103 people. He torched villages. Tied people to chairs and left them to burn in buildings, put chains on them then left them to drowned, and stretched people. I couldn’t believe it. I was going crazy watching all of this. Until finally it was the memorie where Aphrodite saw him with another girl. Aphrodite had lots of boys who loved her she played each of them on but the one she liked the most was Damon. The one whose killed 103 people for “his goddess” as she calls it. Always saying “I’m your goddess Damon, don’t ever run off to a different goddess" She cursed him, it was painful watching this too. How each person became paralyzed after looking in his eyes. Until he found out to wear dark sun glasses. I was shocked , it was to much to handle death after death. How could someone kill that much and still have a heart. I was standing staring in his wonderful green eyes. I gasped, feeling the breath come back to me. I survived, I made it through his mind, and broke the curse. I took a step back, and could see the look of realization as he dropped his sunglasses, not needing them anymore. But how could I love someone with no heart. What about all the people he’s killed. He’s a murderer. But still looking into those magnetic eyes, watching him wait for me to make my desition. If I will reject him or stay with him. “Damon” I said, using the nick name that every used to call him. “Nynette” He spoke slowly enjoying the feel of my name on his tongue “I love you”. A tear slipped down my cheek and he walked up to me and wiped it away. I wasn’t afraid of him, even though I now know what he is. He didn’t scare me, one bit. He wiped the tear off my cheek and then kissed me softly his hand on the side of my face and arm rapped around my back. He waited to see if he could go on. I rapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. His eyes were the sadness at that moment, sad of what I had to see. But the hope inside of him shone so brightly. His mouth tasted sweet and warm like a thousand years of waiting for me. He slowly let go and repeated those three words again “I love you”. I stared back at him and smiled so big my face hurt, but the feeling was the best yet. My heart felt so heavy. “I love you” I told him and then leaned in for another kiss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-Story by Amira</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-22310473599914116682011-02-02T09:50:00.001-08:002011-02-02T09:50:02.731-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYIExZv-oiu3NhHJKkzHdXBtaoPzdeLPU-_dGwL1xJ3FBpybDPRKb5ieq88n1VYwI-x__iUL3YOMGEr_ZoHrpBiDXTqBTMFBsmMOp2CFWVCNOv2xH2tyQ7FbIVML3sI0uPJdpmqh2n262/s1600/normal_happy_close_to_total_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYIExZv-oiu3NhHJKkzHdXBtaoPzdeLPU-_dGwL1xJ3FBpybDPRKb5ieq88n1VYwI-x__iUL3YOMGEr_ZoHrpBiDXTqBTMFBsmMOp2CFWVCNOv2xH2tyQ7FbIVML3sI0uPJdpmqh2n262/s320/normal_happy_close_to_total_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-24647207563641689392011-02-02T09:49:00.000-08:002011-10-11T19:40:03.743-07:00Friends<div style="text-align: left;"> Its not like were stuck to each other like glue and have to go and do everything together. It's not even like I have to constantly explain to them how I feel all the time. It's just that for some reason when I'm with them, I feel comfortable...I feel at ease. When somthing good happens, they're the first ones I want to tell. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> Most importantly, when I'm feeling down or just taking my fustrations out on something or someone else, they're not afraid to say the words I don't want to hear, like, 'You're acting like a fool!' Or, 'Toughen up!'</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Everything they say, I know they say for my sake-I don't know how many times their friendship's saved me</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I don't want friends in great numbers. All I need is two or three people that I can be myself with when things are their worst.<br />
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-From the manga "Pita-Ten"<br />
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</div>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-84588256965995319342011-02-02T09:41:00.001-08:002011-02-02T10:07:17.889-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBtBCoomb3T6fmtMs0EB9xO2nF6D9JhgPvLVXfbNVJRsNQihzl7Z1fDJQQIQkt1feDeOWvMV8F3pvinkSlExK-UbIPSOlgenLijspVPcXMU46DqoF_1M6_1xrtVChizL87-AAK_LH7B6d/s1600/untitledrerefdf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhBtBCoomb3T6fmtMs0EB9xO2nF6D9JhgPvLVXfbNVJRsNQihzl7Z1fDJQQIQkt1feDeOWvMV8F3pvinkSlExK-UbIPSOlgenLijspVPcXMU46DqoF_1M6_1xrtVChizL87-AAK_LH7B6d/s320/untitledrerefdf.bmp" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7285743497861819438.post-53461689523080477352011-02-02T09:38:00.000-08:002011-02-02T19:08:48.233-08:00Love<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Love is when you miss him even before he leaves. When you could listen to him talk all night and never get tired of hearing his voice. When the sound of his name sends chills down your spine. And your see his smile the second you close your eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">-From the manga "Pita-Ten"</span>Amirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03355187723814980780noreply@blogger.com0