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HEY SUGAR TASTE

IM A REBEL. AGAINST CAUSES.

APOCALYPSE, DONT LET ME FADE

GOT MY SPINE, I GOT MY ORANGE CRUSH

DEVON <3

MY BEST FRIEND IS JAMIE SPURGEON. SIMPLE IS AS SIMPLE DOES

YEAH, MY FACE IS FUNNY HERE. BUT I LOVE THE LAKEEE

AND THIS IS WHY I LOVE JAMIE. FOR REAL, I LAUGH EACH TIME I SEE THIS

SUMMER DAYS ARE THE BEST

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40 signs of good luck

Good Luck Gemstones

Do You Believe in Magic?

36. Amber

Amber is thought to be a bit of the sun with the power to bring good fortune.

The Greeks called this Amber "elektron", which gave us our word of electricity, and its power to give off sparks when rubbed may be why many people have considered it a lucky charm. Both the Chinese and the Muslims burn amber as incense as a protection against evil spirits.

in my skye

only a year ago, the memory lasts, though i ll never know

a fault that ill always regret.

though noone believed, i know ill never forget

haunted by the nightmares, taunted by this pain

i wonder if you wouldve been scared by the sound of thunder, or liked the smell of rain

youre not here now, in my heart youll remain

crying to him and holding his hand, i felt like i was dying

nothing could ever replace what was taken from me

you shine through dawn light, although it hurts to see

rose petals and d&cs...the only thing in this world thats ever killed a part of me

always will i smell you through the rain

days years and moths will go by, yet i still feel the pain

let you rest tonight, but ill see you in the stars

somewhere youre there, not in this world, but i know youre not too far

always youll be here somewhere with me, but its time to say goodbye

ill look for you someday...youll always be in my skye

lol bored?

craziest lady in this fraction, with a few lyrics i cause a mad reaction

with you on the edge of your seat watchin this maniac in action

less than any IQ of a braniac, this is an attack of fatal attraction

swarming in your head, diagnosed you like a bad contamination

this is an examination caused by this creation,

questioned by this infection its a damn interrogation

get all your guns cuz this is a swan invasion


i feel like a damn monster though i dont have green eyes and neck bolts

still rock this bitch, still shocking you like million watt volts

oh shit check ure heart rate and take ure pulse

breaking mirrors 2007

twisting yourself and kicking your self in the teeth
burried by pain, you remind your self why you stand hunched over your knees

open your eyes try to find the light you cant see
running now, from the faith you cant seem to belive

hypnoized by this life, this pain and this fear
standing on strings from a glass of water and this person infront of the mirror

eaten away from the acid that burns inside
scarped knuckles this emptyness you hide

tonight is the night that ive dreamt about often
open my eyes and pick myself out of this coffin
im ready to stop what ive bargained to get
russian roulette with my life that im trying to forget

breaking my mirrors im done playing with this life
dear ana of 2007 its time to say goodbye.

same pace

you say you feel nothing, not even the pain inside

you say that you arent trying to run, but i know that you hide

alone and lonely, captured by the time that you face

a minute an hour its all just a race

the world is moving by too quick, though you remain at the same pace

im somehow hurt from the hollowness you leave in a trace

swallowed by the same darkness in your life, that seems impossible to erase

a life that turned into depression, an obsession with whats left

terrfied of the outcome of life or death

tuggging you by the hand im trying to save your life

minutes could be left, while im worried this could be your last night

your words and these memories, why didnt i see?

blinded by my own suffering, how could this be?

i cant let this worry me, i cant let you down i have to be brave

i will not let the next time i see you be standing over a grave...but im not so sure if its you or me i have to save

155

nothing can stop me from what i want permanently. i will get want i want, no matter what it takes. even if it is in time, i will eventually reach my goals, and turn all of my dreams and fantasies into reality. based on my ambitions, my thoughts, and my determination, i know that the fantasies are not just dreams. they are dreams that will sooner or later become another piece of my puzzle in life. there has been times when i have messed up. times that have broken me, but shaped me into who i am today. we all have dark patches, dark holes, dark times where we have had to drag ourselves out of the coffin in which we lost ourselves. when the sun was shining, but we refused to acknowledge the beauty of the rays, when we failed to let the heat warm us, and only felt the bitterness of the cold. for me, i had become a phoenix of my past.(phoenix is a symbol of immortality. After living for centuries, it dies, and rises from its own ashes.)

after the sun had set, another one rose. the rain had washed away the dirt from the soil in the ground; along with my doubts, complications, and hurt. broken mirrors were replaced, and i soon began to see who i really was. a new book opened up, a new life. a new chapter began, and today im living my story. this is my moment. right now.

dear [_]

Dear You.


you dont seem to care about how i seem to have way too many issues in my life.
all you have to do in favor for me is to keep smiling that cute ass smile, and keep finding all the things that are so great about me that i cant see. then, things will work out beautifully between the two of us.


i hope that one day we will lay in bed together, and you will let me become everything you've ever wanted someone to be.
but i cant change like that, but i am hoping that you will find a huge place into my life.
thats enough change for me.


when i seem to find some time in my "busy" schedule i call a life, i sit down with a pen and a paper and begin to write to you. I find comfort in the way i can wind down by the way that you write your words and express your thoughts.


still, i live in hope.
yeah, so i cant help those thoughts that really are nothing but a sharp and dangerous fantasy, at least, when it comes to you.
But, without much reason, i have hope that you will take me somewhere i have never been and save me from everything that i have let destroy me.
im not broken anymore, but you, dear, you have really helped shape this part of me.
I dont want to fall apart anymore, and thats where you come in.
And thats also where all the hope that i have put into this.


but as you know, time is passing.
and im SO sick of wasting it.
Time passes very quickly now for me, which is a good thing.
it used to bring me pain, with every tick of the second hand.
but now that you're here, id like to spend time wisely.
make sense?


but in reality i spend more time thinking about you and where you are in my life.
Are you really even there?
I feel like you are just a hole dug deep inside of my stomache and my heart, and i can feel you course through every aspect of my being.
through and through.


tell me this.


Can you feel it too?


this is the way your presence is embeded in even the most sarcastic, beautiful, painful, and simple aspects of my life.
this is the way your hold on me has brought such a gorgeous light into my life.




and for as long as this lasts i will fall deeply in love with you until you decide that you are bored and sick of the way that i am.
and like you said with me being young.
it is true.
there are many more days that i have to live my life.
many more birthdays and weekends.
my heart will break a thousand more times before i die, and i wont turn completely idiotic anytime soon.
it really wouldnt be so bad if all these heartbreaks are with you.


-amber

my hoodie

Dear You,

love is the simplest, but most overused word. I LOVE YOU, i love this song, i love this movie! the word doesnt even mean that much anymore, not to most people anyways. some people just throw it around like its an old hoodie, wearing it because its comfortable, safe, and secure, but never really understanding why we have it. we lend it out, forget about it, and years later think "hey i really did like that sweater"

then we see the world fall apart, from the safety of out own living rooms, news, and on the internet and sometimes we feel so helpless and alone were not sure what to do. We cry for inhumanity, scream for the injustice, and wonder why the world is this way. WE think that we can change the world, change people, we know we want to help those who need it the most...then we remember that old hoodie that we threw out years ago.

we want it back, we fight and scramble for it. we go out and buy other ones, try them on, but none seems to fit the way that one hoodie did. we have lost it, weve lost love. we are unnerved for a bit, we sit alone and beat ourselves up over letting it go. then we just shrug it off, we say oh ill do it later, or noone will erally care. and it seems as if nobody does.

is my generation going to save the world? we try, a small group of us. but our shirts are faded among the bright ciolors of greed and the everyday and the wanting. we are pushed into the background. we try to push our way through the crowds, and we truely wonder where the love has gone.

i dont want my love to fade;although my hoodie is tattered and worn, i wear it daily. i am honest and i try to be open to the people that matter the most to me. and when i say that simple, dead, four letter word, i mean it. i know i have made mistakes, and with it in the past and i almost threw that hoodie away, i carry it carefully now. its close to my heart, where it is meant to be. i do lend it out everyone once in a great while-i let those who need it try it on and feel the safety that i feel. i leave them the pieces when i go, but my hoodie never seems to tear. it stays just as simple as it ever was. when the time comes, i will stand alone in this world, and stare into the eyes of those with the hoodies of greed, and want and lust, and i will know that even though my hoodie is not the most beautiful one in the crowd, its among the best.

love to all,

amber swainn

Put on your best dress baby

And darlin', fix your hair up right

Cause there's a party, honey

down beneath the neon lights

All day you've been working that hard line

Now tonight you're gonna have a good time

I work five days a week girl

Loading crates down on the dock

I take my hard earned money

And meet my girl down on the block

And Monday when the foreman calls time

I've already got Friday on my mind

When that whistle blows

Girl, I'm down the street

I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes

When I'm out in the street

I walk the way I wanna walk

When I'm out in the street

I talk the way I wanna talk

When I'm out in the street

When I'm out in the street

When I'm out in the street, girl

Well, I never feel alone

When I'm out in the street, girl

In the crowd I feel at home

The black and whites they cruise by

And they watch us from the corner of their eye

But there ain't no doubt girl, down here

We ain't gonna take what they're handing out

When I'm out in the street

I walk the way I wanna walk

When I'm out in the street

I talk the way I wanna talk

Baby, out in the street I don't feel sad or blue

Baby, out in the street I'll be waiting for you

When the whistle blows

Girl, I'm down the street

I'm home, I'm out of my work clothes

When I'm out in the street

I walk the way I wanna walk

When I'm out in the street

I talk the way I wanna talk

When I'm out in the street

Pretty girls, they're all passing by

When I'm out in the street

From the corner, we give them the eye

Baby, out in the street I just feel all right

Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight

Meet me out in the street

Meet me out in the street

earth wind && fire

All around me i see the beauty of this world. Yet at the same time, i am in no way obligated to forget the troubles that not only i as a person feel, but the worlds problems as well. We all have set backs and fears, and i think that even though i have my own, there is one thing that i can never quite hate, never really....despise. That is the beauty that is all around us every single day. elements of the earth equalize the beauty of the gravel we walk on, and balance the air out quite naturally. Copper, Air, corbon dioxide, they are all apart of what combines our world, and keeps it neutral. At times when i am down, i like to take a look outside, feel the rain fall down on my face, hear it around me, and down my window. The orange, the blue, the dark gray in the sky...its almost as if the sky itself is a reason to have colors to your personality. Everywhere you look there is beauty, there is hope. And a reason to feel whole. I'd like to think that maybe once in my lifetime, i too will become an inspiration...a "hope" to this earth.

there is something in the wind that can move our spirits, something that can make us, for a single second...a free spirit. yes, even those of us who are ahrd headed, depressed, or whatever another; the wind has that power.

i know because I've felt it, and I do happen to feel it as often as humanely possible when the moment comes around. You know that feeling, because at least once we have all felt it. The blazing heat of the sun beating down on your back, the heat that seeps through your shirt and lights fire to your skin. Then the wind. It seems to go right through you, lifting not only your hair, but your spirit.

Seldomly, i wish that i could set my troubles, worries, and insecurities away. Or at least, when at the times that they get hot, feel that wind that comes along, and be somewhat...comfortable with the fact that at times life IS indeed, harder.

Years go by, days, months, weeks, and seconds. Life offers, and throws at you changes that none of us are in control to ignore. Times and moments, and memories have changed, faded, and standed still in time. People come, and people go. People change, situations change. You can't fight it at times, and sometimes, you can. im like ice, i can melt, and i can freeze. i can metamorphosis, yet at times i stay frozen into my personality. He is my fire, the kind that goes through your viens like adrenaline, the kind that gives you your own unique fuel. He is the fire that burns, the kind that can hurt and can scald you...the one that leaves scars on your skin forever. mostly, i would like to say that he is my fire because he has never really changed. he has at times, faded into a spark, or grown into something outragious. But he has always remained. Fire and Ice aren't compatible, they don't move eachother, they don't equal eachother out; not in the laws of physics. Yet i still feel that i am moved quite easily by the burn, by the warmth. yet even though i have felt that time and time again, i am left with the scars. and this is what hurts the most

she stands silently by the dock, clenching the sleeves of her jacket wishing for the impossible.
hollow, empty, just another person that exists in this lonesome world.
clouds above the shore fade into the distance, grow darker with time. somedays she feels like the clouds in the sky. glowing into the crowd, making the stars around the horizon come to life; or in depth..turn black and burn out with the rest.
holding close to the ones that mean most, she swollows the regrets she longs to hold back.
yet, she feels those people slip away, out of her reach, these people she can't keep.
closing the blinds, shutting out the light, breathing in the shimmer of night...she resists.
reaching out to catch, to touch, to feel this creature, maybe shell think twice.
when something so beautiful isn't yours to feel, you remind yourself of the things in life that you have that are real.
a touch of passion, this need that youve strived for isn't going to happen.
green fields of hope, kisses of sorrow, sweet creature, just begging for one more tomorrow.
unclench you worries that you wear on your sleeve, brown eyes will be back before you leave.
when all the hopes that you have are gone, these worries will become the chords of a tune in your song.
dont erase, wash visions of green eyes from your face.
i leave you, just so you can take my place.

6-15-09

sitting here thinkin about the decisions im makin, the shit that were fakin.. dont know if things are gonna end up alrite.. or if things are gonna end up like the other night... i hope you belive in the things you do cuz in the end its all what makes you...without me ure real and on ure own.. but without you i jus sit there all alone... this is life and im not afraid of it, but when ur around u make me try to love it... so far we've been through alot.. but u kno and i kno that this is wut we got.. to live for, to belive in.. and really dont need a reason to explain or if the feelings retain...i know when it comes to you you manage to destroy my pain... i dont know why i felt i had to write this.. but it rhymes and i kinda like it.. me and u , u and me... when we are together i can really see the light in your brown eyes and the smile on your face takes my breath away and puts me in a place where pain and hate and anger is gone but mabey im wrong... but i know if i loose u now then things'll never be the same...&& without you ill just be alone with only my life to own...and no matter the weather or the day or night, i kno things wil be alrite when we lie together at night...with a friendship that makes you feel shit, no fake shit, but if it wasnt for you i wouldnt be shit...this love that is real, what kind of love do i feel where i cant seem to get it, you wont seem to admit it, but those tears that you cryed i cant just forget it... so only to wonder if it'll will last or if this will all be another chapter in the depths of our past...my addiction, another addition, your words are just a fucked up perscription to my decisions...and maybe youre just a bad habit, but the minute i stop...im right back at it...