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Title "I hate him"
Author ailes_de_verre
Beta None. Please bear with my mistakes
Pairing Kinney/Taylor
Timeline Season 1
Disclaimer Mr Kinney and Mr Taylor belong to Cowlip and each other, but they let me play^^
Words count 200 words
A/N Written for prompt #173 @ drabylon

Title "I hate him"
Author ailes_de_verre
Beta None. Please bear with my mistakes
Pairing Kinney/Taylor
Timeline Season 1
Disclaimer Mr Kinney and Mr Taylor belong to Cowlip and each other, but they let me play^^
Words count 200 words
A/N Written for prompt #173 @ drabylon



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Changes and Goodbyes

Hi LJ and friends list. Coming out of the wood I guess. Suddendly I felt like posting again,don't ask me why. I've been keeping an old fashioned diary during this months that I've neglected LJ. It had a good bitter sweet feeling to it. I don't know though with how much precision I'll keep updating this LJ again,I don't want restrains.But then...here's what's going on with me

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Icon summer batch

Ava Gardner x4
Clark Gable and Carole Lombard x2
Clark Gable x4
Carole Lombard x11
Colin Farrell and Muireann McDonnell x13
Colin Farrell x9
Colin Farrell and James farrell x11
Jean Harlow x3
Joan Crafword x4
Marilyn Monroe x4


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On a clear day

On a clear day
Rise and look around you
And you'll see who you are
On a clear day
How it will astound you
That the glow of your being
Outshines every star
You’ll feel part of every mountain sea and shore
You can hear
From far and near
A word you’ve never, never heard before...
And on a clear day...On a clear day...
You can see forever...
And ever...
And ever...
And ever more. . .
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Piove

Finalmente piove
No,in realtà adesso,ore 10.38 mentre il mio libro di tedesco mi comunica che il povero Kleist si è 'suicidato con serenità'...serenità ?, ad essere sinceri non piove. E' solo grigio,un grigio spento che mi costringere ad accendere la lampada sulla scrivania ( si,anche quella Ikea^^) e che mi piace davvero tanto. Io col freddo,col grigio ci sto bene. Non mi piace da nessuna altra parte come colore se non nella sua opzione cielo nuvoloso.
Sono l'unica? Non lo so.
Ma il sole è arrogante,mi da fastidio,mi da fastidio l'estate per cui bisogna essere per forza allegri,perchè è estate
Invece adesso,finalmente,che l'estate mi sta per lasciare in pace,io mi sento piena di voglia di fare,e faccio. Il fresco,il grigio e la pioggia mi fanno sentire bene. Decisamente bene.
Chissà se veramente Kleist si è suicidato sereno
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Poetry

Nobody knows how I feel
Nobody knows how I'm lost
I want to move away from the world
Away from the crowded room
and nobody will ever know
I've been here
Lost in the darkness of a land
where I have no memory
of ever being taken by hand
sunlight on my face
has never been
nothing to hold on that is real
nothing to hold on that is fantasy
what there is for me to give
what there is for me to believe
all i want is to go away
in my own shell I want to hide
till the sea will wash me away
i wanna be young and clean
all i was doing is
looking for someone
desert in my head
the dreams i had shattered,broken,lost
in this silence
i am sinking
but inside my shell
there's a lullaby for me
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Girl

[I'm feeling | Image hosting by Photobucket nauseated




from in the shadow she calls
and in the shadow she finds a way
finds a way and
in the shadow she CRAWLS
clutching her faded photograph my image UNDER her thumb
yes with a message for my heart
yes with a message for my heart
she’s been everybody else’s girl
maybe one day she’ll be her own

everybody else’s girl maybe one day she’ll be her own
and in the doorway they stay
and laugh as violins fill with water
screams from the BLUEBELLS can’t make them go away
well I’m not seventeen but I’ve cuts on my knees
falling down as the winter takes one more CHERRY TREE
rushin’ rivers thread so thin
limitation dreams with the flying pigs turbid blue
and the drugstores too safe in their coats
and in their do’s yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to my dots
one day maybe one day one day she’ll be her own
and in the mist there she rides and castles are burning in my heart
and as I twist I hold tight and I ride to work every morning wondering why
“sit in the chair and be good now” and become all that they told you
the white coats enter her room and I’m callin’ my baby callin’