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This Woman's worth
immortal
no replacement
Girl, you found me
you saved me
you brought me to life
fly up mockingbird
no resistance
I found your love
Now what's my name
no tears
Daddy's Home
I love the way your not afraid
you belong with me
I don't wanna miss a thing
from you too me
no teardrops
no lies
everyone falls in love
Our Love
Our Story
You can thank me now ​

Boy: "Hey Ma, Beamer, Benz or Bentley?"
Girl: "No, scrub -_-"
Boy: "I gotta be your man."
Girl "Try again."
Boy: "You can get it all :)"
Girl: "Bye, Bye :/"
Boy: Your one in a million :)"
Girl: "I love the way you lie..."
Boy: "I want you back!"
Girl: "Ain't that funny :/"
Boy: "Baby don't go, You make me better."
Girl: "I don't wanna be alone."
Boy: "Sorry blame it on me, I get lonely too."
Girl: "We need a resolution."
Boy: "Why don't we fall in love?"
Girl: "Love is blind."
Boy: "I love you, Are we in this together?"
Girl: "I'm yours, Believe Me."

Afternoon drive.
I see a darkness, Twilight.
Turn left...
Crash!
Ambulance, in limbo, dosed.
Dreams, gasoline dreams.
Into the sun until the sun dies.
Tryst with Mephistopheles at my heels.
"Wake up my love!"
Never. Never. I saw the light.
"Come home my love!"
Never. Never. It's over.
La momma morta.
The big sleep.
"Say it ain't so!"
Hope you don't stoop to dirty words...
"Hell's Bells!"
 All for the best.
"Keep your hands off her bodysnatchers!"
Maybe not.
"Buggin' out if you go away"
Do me a favour, wild love, stay golden. 
 


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Vacation.  Travel in mind, The World Adventure. We Fly high,Airplan Trip, Touch the sky. Chicago, Where the sky is high. All around the world. Race with the devil on the Spanish highway, Flight over Rio. What a wonderful world. She saw you, Willing to follow you. That funny feeling, Unbreak my heart. Travel in mind, To Nowhere. The closer I get to you, Colors of the heart, Cupids chokehold. Paris, Tokyo, Just the two of us. In the end, Im still in love 

You're Crashing, but  you're no wave. Falling down, lost and confused. Do you realize? What goes around, comes around. Tomorrow comes today. Future is clear world is mine. Yet.. life  love you not. Something is missing in my life. Who am I living for? I am waiting on the world to change. Where do we go from here? I decided on day at a time. My own way, time for me to fly. We can go anywhere. You just don't know it. We'll be a dream...

Dear You,
Can you let me know what u want over and over again? I call your name bad. Love letter to Japan. Lovers in Japan, just the two of us, kinda like a big deal. All I want in this world, all I want is you. Because of you, I'm so crazy. You rock my world. You got me now daydreamin dreams. Everything just might be Ok. As I am with you, imagine just the two of us, on top of the World, young forever. A Day Dreaming...

First love, simplest love, feel the love, real love. The chills, love and caring, love and affection, I feel love. Lights out, if you can't sleep let's make out. Wake
Up
Up
Up
That was just a dream, love is dead.

Beautiful lady sometimes I cry. Can you believe that I care for you. Because of you, you take me away at your best. Sweetest girl we'er gonna make it when you believe love is you. 

All of the lights
Blackout
Who will survive in America
The messenger 
Like me
Lost in the world
Ill be Waiting 
Waiting for the end
When they come for me
I just wanna Run 
Runaway 
In the next room 
Stop and Stare
Hearing voices 
Who Dat
You know what it is 
Maybe Wretches and Kings 
Right above it
Cold wind Blows
The Downfall of us all 
Bright Lights 
Where the Story ends. 

Women like me flaws and all listen,

Don’t lie almost doesn’t count,

Say goodbye before he cheats.

Free yourself move on.

Truth is if this isn’t love

I want to know what love is.

I would rather just stand up,

You are not alone I cam with you,

Miss Independent.

The storm is over take a bow,

Wining women live your life just the way you are.

Girl: Take on me
*Howling*
Girl: Do it for me now , It hurts.  Oh Peanut! Oh Peanut! Oh Peanut!
*Ecstacy*
Boy: Move Along
Girl: I need a dollar, can't buy me love
Boy: So Here We are, Hey jude
Girl: What you want
Boy: I Feel fine. Are you mad?
Girl: Too hot
Boy: Thats how it is
Girl: One more time. Stay Close
*Warmer places*
Boy: Suck my kiss
Girl: Torture me
*Overload*
Boy: Dynamite!
Girl: Slowly, let it out in one ear
*Untitled*
Boy: Oh no, Thats how it is. Don't say nuthin sleephead. Stay cool

Can we talk?
All I ever think about; you.
I care for you, I love you, You complete me.
They don't know the way that I love you.
Do you miss me?
Say something...
I don't wanna be without you.
In my mind I still believe we belong together.
All I want with you, a happily every after. 

"Heartbreak Warfare"

As I am so far away, it's over.  For good.  Where I'm from, I'm not that girl.  What were we thinking?  Get it together.  Where do we go from here?  Half of my heart used to love u.  Try sleeping with a broken heart; I call it love.  After the rain has fallen, without you, I can change.  Tomorrow we'll see love is my disease.  

Here's my story. It's written as a conversation. Everything is dialogue. I apologize for the bad language.

"Is he ill?"
"Hell yes!"
"Oh my god. I'm so sad, so very, very sad."
"Just don't give a fuck..."
"What we talkin' about?
"JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK!"
"Soul suckin' jerk…"
"Still don't give a fuck."
"Hateful. Thank god it's not Christmas."
"Fuck you. We hate you please die"
"I'm a slave 4 u. Don't leave me blue."
"No other way. Kill you."
"I will survive."
"I won't back down."
"I'm not calling you a liar."
"I ain't no joke. I am the highway. I am the walrus. I am not a robot."
"I can't feel my face."
"Why?"
"Still blazin'."
"Oh yeah. We can get down?"
"We can get down. Only god can judge me"
"They're all gonna laugh at you."
"Why?"
"Because. Ugly"
"Fuck this shit. I want to break free."
"Respect"

"Hey there Delilah."

 "Hey ya!"

 "There's a place. Follow me across the universe, a thousand miles. I wanna rock & roll all night. All you need is love, get the party started. You're beautiful."

 "I am the walrus." 

"What the hell? Call me when you're sober."

Here it is, I don't know what to say about it either. :/

Remember The Time
I Used to Love H.E.R.

Just The Two Of Us
Happily Ever After

Paris Nights/ New York Mornings
The Corner
There Goes My Baby
Ms. Fat Booty
The Beggar
Isn't She Lovely

"Hey Soul Sister"
Maria, Maria 

Spend My Life With You 
For The Night
Ms. Philadelphia 

One More Chance
Ms Jackson

Oh Shelia 
You Got Me
Again

Why Georgia 
My, My, My
I Wonder 
Could It Be I'm Falling In Love 

I think it's better, this way
Each day gets better
Just to be me
To Remember I'm in peace

Day N' Nite
This is your life 

Goodnight, Travel well
Heaven, here I am 
Came and take me

Sweetest Goodbye

Shelby Harcher & Sean Moss

Pushing thru the darkness
Closer to me
she says
here is gone

follow through
Grey sky eyes
About an hour ago
I hear the bells

Zak and Sara
you and i both
on love, in sadness
the sound of settling

this is my song!

O.k.-- this is my first story post. I'll admit, this is not an original story. I wrote this a couple years ago for a creative writing class I was taking. It is not a true story. Hope you like it.

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It was just one of those nights. You know what kind of night I'm talkin' about. One that pushes life back into perspective. The one you look back on and then wish you didn't. I call them balancers.

It could be as subtle as losing something. Your keys, your wallet. Not the end of the world, but it might help you realize something big. It m≠ay remind you that you had all your money in cash and now from then on you should only carry a certain amount at all times. Or you can't get into your car now that you lost your keys, but now that you're at the mechanic getting a key made, you might as well fix up that dented bumper.

Potentially, your balancer could be as damaging as a relative dying. Your mom was in the hospital for her routine chemo. No biggie. But when something goes wrong, she dies on the spot. And so notes serious doctor so and so. Serious doctor so and so calls up you, her next of kin. She had died rewriting her will, so it seems that your inheritance goes to her abusive ex-husband instead of you.

It's the kind of thing that happens only when you least expect it. The night that you're walking down the dingy, badly lit street in the neighborhood that your parents warned you about. Every other night you'll look around; have your guard up. But not this night. Tonight, your thinking about the comment she made about your haircut. You're hoping your dad remembered to pick up your new boom box from the UPS warehouse.

You're in the zone. Not paying attention to the dangerous looking mob that appears to be materializing behind you. If you'd noticed you could have pretended to call someone and come up with a comment like "Gee, I'm sure glad I remembered to bring dads GUN with me tonight," to keep them at bay.  The group of scary looking guys behind you would instantly disappear. You would've thought yourself witty for coming up with such a clever idea. You would have to laugh about it with your friends on AIM that night.

But you didn't notice. Not until the guy with the dodgers cap comes up to you and ask if you got any smokes. You start to say "no," but before you can even get out that one syllable you get grabbed from behind. The dude that asked you for the cigarettes grabs your hood and pulls it over your face. He presses it against your mouth, causing you to panic, writhe against the steely grip of the two guys holding you from behind. They're pulling you into that standard, inner-city alley, the one with the hobos warming their weathered hand over the fire barrel. You're a strong guy, normal build and around five foot nine, even though you like to tell girls that your five eleven. You fight back, but how much could any tenth grader do? They push you up against a wall, with one guy holding each arm and one guy spitting words at you. He's obviously high. You manage to get an arm free and give one of those jerks an elbow in the gut. This doesn't go over well with his buddies. The one with the hat lashes out at your face. You hear a cracking sound. Your nose is broken. The one you hit gets out his knife. Crap. He starts slashing your arm, then your stomach as you fall onto your back. You try to put your hand out to stop him, but all this gets you is four fingers on your left hand. "What the hell?" you think. You didn't do anything terrible. Nothing to deserve getting stabbed. Suddenly it stops. The thugs ran away, only after taking your phone and iPod though.

And so there you are. Middle of the city, bleeding out in generic alley number twenty-three.  You recall your biology teacher saying that it can take anywhere from days to a couple of minutes for the human body to bleed out when it takes wounds like yours has. You try to roll over onto your stomach. Ouch. Crap. You forgot. The thug cut your hand up pretty bad. You try to roll over the other way. You can't move your arm. Its probably broken. Or maybe they cut a major artery. Maybe you're just to weak to move period.

You almost smile. The one night. The one night you aren't paying attention. You always pay attention. You suppose that this is what happens when you don't. You wonder if you're going to die. Will you see your life flash before your eyes? Okay, now you do smile. "Only in movies," you think. "But hey," you think. "This is kind of like a movie." You chuckle quietly to yourself, only to find that it hurts to do so. "Tragic," you think. "Here I am, paying for the consequences of being stupid and I can't even appreciate the humor of it. After that thought you feel yourself losing energy. As you slip out of consciousness, you wonder: will I ever wake up?

You don't hear the sirens of the ambulance and cop cars. You don't feel the latex covered hands ripping your Gorillaz t-shirt off in the fluorescently lit ambulance. You aren't awake to feel the ever-so-joyful sensation of being pulled up by your broken arm, onto your sliced-up back.

You wake up the next day at around two PM. Your dad is sleeping in the chair next to your bed. You move your hand, pushing the pain button attached to your finger. Three nurses immediately rush into your room. Two of them reposition you in your bed. "Ouch," you think. Then you realize that there is no ouch. Just numb. The last nurse shakes your dad awake. He stands up diligently, as though he had just drank three espressos. They rush up to your bed. You find out that it isn't the next day. It's actually the next year. You had been in a coma for fourteen months.

"For what?" you wonder. Your hand me down phone? Your outdated, cruddy iPod? A year gone. And just because some people decided that it would be fun to fuck up someone's day. What kind of screwed up society do we live in that people almost die because others don't feel like living legitimately. "A bad one," you think. But the only thing you can really think about, is that all of that wasted time came from one tiny moment. From one second of savagery. From one bad night.