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There's something to be said for loving somebody who's never looked your way i. You get to know them love seems a mysterious dance with fluttering lashes and knowing smirks. when you are not auditioning, you learn them their dreams, their pain. you fall more in love with them (At first you don't know if it's good or bad. You still don't, even now) ii. You get a neutral place there isn't judging, only peace. he does not turn his head away when you can't get your words out of your throat. when you finally gain enough courage to blurt out news, he smiles. he turns away from his other conversation and stares only at you, glad you became brave

It's 10:00 P.M. and I need a hero I'm sad. alone and drowning in the weighty realization that I have to save myself the rest of my life It's 10:11 and I should be sleeping Midterms are tomorrow and I'm nervous Like a hundred different hands choking me I don't know which problem to solve first In my head I'm planning my game plan of Sneak some of that candy I got from the job I just lost The job that created memories for me before I even worked there Another sign of the cracks starting to show in the wall of friendship we're desperately holding together Another sign of time's claws raking over my happily ever after that couldn't last It ne

Tonight, will last She kissed him under a holly tree After overcoming a plague of silence brought on by shyness And they both held onto the world on pause Not wanting their companionship to end To reassure her drying eyes he whispered               “Tonight will last” Tomorrow, will come That night, she kept hidden away in a secret box closed long ago Which held, (If their love is to believed) her true personality On that winter night she left her torture   of a small town ways She turned with hair adorned by rings of white An angel with a Broken Heart, her patience gone and done She turned and screamed his name, then shrieke

She likes to see shells by the seashore She likes to see seashells by the seashore She likes to laugh while riding the subway She likes to wave to people on the street She likes to dance to music, ignoring her clumsy feet She likes to ride on moonbeams, chasing a runaway star She likes to softly whisper, “Is this really all we are?” She likes to pretend that fantasy is the truth and not a lie She likes to pretend the years will always pass her by Forever young she’ll stand Forever free she’ll fly She likes to drum the cans and chase you round the block You’d think that it’s impossible, But s

Wake waves Wave wakes Come into the bay Radio and silence, on the beach they lay. Feet crackle on sand, then to the sea Solitude and pondering, nature is the key Softly Beach dreaming near the warm sun That carefree bit of laughter As if summer's just begun And then too soon it's done and gone  as if it wasn't there Then we wait until the next time when we don't have all those cares. So we shall now sit and think in a serious frame of mind Waiting to revisit that special summertime

Cheers to the last ride of Ginger La Rue. I’m leaving, so here’s to me from you. Cheers to the new heart of Ginger Marie. A new love, a new break, my next identity. So here’s to the last song of Ginger La Rue. I haven’t experienced it all. So here’s to my mysterious fall. I’m gone with song, love, and ride.                               I really don’t have the drive.                                             To continue on with this boring life. So cheers to the last ride of Ginger La Rue. Now Marie, Therese, Taglio too. Monroe, Barret, I still have more that will be used yet. Ginger La

Act 1 Out on the stage. Lights up. Music starts. Spinning sensation, adrenaline rush. White fabric makes us Ghosts, Figments of the dance. Lights out. Act one Is now Done. And Act Two starts in five minutes.

I am that thought you have, of what if? I am that time you thought outside of the box. I am that time, when you broke the locks that were placed upon your mind. I am forever. I am time. I am that time when you decided, horses weren’t enough, no, you were riding pegasi instead. That time when, you didn’t write what the teacher told you to write. Instead you wrote about... You wrote about heroes, sorcery, an antidote to this modern world. You wrote imagination. And that’s what I am. You wrote me, and became me. You are Imagination.