By the Time We Hit the Ocean, We'll Jump Little Girl Down To Find The Undersea Sun. |
-A short narative based off the song: Salesman, Denver Max, by the Blood Brothers-The man stepped out of his beat up car, dust covered from the dirt road, holding a battered briefcase; he turned to fa... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:59:00 PST |
[Seventeen] Winter means snow, tears, and frozen hearts. |
When I'm with you,All I can think about is what you did,And how it makes me feel now.When I think about you,All I can think about is what we did together,And how happy I was.Is this really worth the s... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 07:16:00 PST |
[sixteen] I know you. |
Below the SurfaceHave you -Stayed in a relationship out of necessity, not love?:Nope... Had sex with someone even though you didn't want to?:Definetly not Treated someone so badly you never forgave yo... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 08:45:00 PST |
[fifteen] Whatever helps you sleep at night. |
Just keep repeating the words,That make you think everything is right.Just keep telling yourself,You haven't fucked anything up.Just keep, somewhere in your mind,That I'll never forgive ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 06:02:00 PST |
[fourteen] I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown, like pierrot the clown. |
[Things have been going to hell lately. I had to write this for American Lit., it's a parody of "War is Kind" by Stephen Crane.]Do not cry, my friend, for death is gentle.Because your lover met a trag... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 08:34:00 PST |
[thirteen] Questions of Dreaming... |
Dreams of waking.Dreams of sleep.Do we long for one,While in the others keep? ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Fri, 28 Apr 2006 05:41:00 PST |
[twelve] Two Hour Sets, Fucking Insane Crowds... This Has To Be Love... |
Matt Skiba, Can climb into my bed any day. ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 11:15:00 PST |
[eleven] Spring means alcohol, sweaters, light rain, and confused <3's. |
All these words,And I still can't say,Exactly what made me feel this way. ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 07:38:00 PST |
[ten] Our love is simply platonic. |
We are the ones who find solace in sound.Crumble paper after paper,Till our pens run dry.Scribble. Erase. Rewrite. ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 07:36:00 PST |
[nine] I think you make my <3 bleed. |
Why is it, At times like these, It's always so hard to find the right words, And to follow the conversation? ... Posted by Miss. Paper Aeroplane [DF] on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 05:16:00 PST |