

MemoryA look in the hallway A brush against my arm A spark went off in my head And in my heart was an alarmMemory
A day in the park A stroll by the lake I gave you my heart And put everything at stake
A feeling of joy Was felt all the time It was our love In its prime
All the times I shared with you I would not give them away Even the day you left me Now apart is how I want us to stay
A memory can be good Or you could want to forget That anything ever happened
And we ever met


Perfect DayI have been sitting on the beach for a while now. It's very peaceful here in the early morning. It's a Wednesday morning in June, not really the time for tourists just yet but my high school gets out earlier than most. I've been here alone all morning, sitting in my purple halter beach cover-up on my sunset colored towel on the soft sand. The tide doesn't look too dangerous this morning, and despite the lack of lifeguards I might venture to the water in a little bit. I love just staring at the water, though, in all its majesty. I always feel complete when I'm either near or immersed in the water.Perfect Day
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Says a
TWLOHA day

Just a Few Well Placed Words.I guess I'd have to say that the best thing about writing is that you can do it anywhere: on a plane, on a wrapper in the back of your car, or in a really boring study. That's where I am now, slowly waiting for the clock to strike 2:30. Out of a fifty minute period I've got about forty-five minutes left. Today I forgot my Orlando Bloom folder. So not only am I left without the irresistible image to drool at, but my Indiana Jones magazine along with a sci-fi, Delia*s, and Teen Vogue magazine are in that folder. And as if that wasn't bad enough my cryptogram of the day from myJust a Few Well Placed Words.
hiya xD
soooo glad you joined devart! now i gotta go read all your stuff!
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