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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Tuesday, December 21, 2010





Sarai! :)





Sarai and me yet again :)





Sarai and me again :)




Sarai and me :)

Friday, December 17, 2010

blood diamonds


Thursday, December 16, 2010

the rush of pain that runs so deep it will never go away 

this pain is permanent and will never let me feel the way i once did. 
for this pain you've caused 
i wish you not pain and misery 
but i wish you all the best with your new life

Friday, December 10, 2010

well i wanna write a poem soooo yeah here we go



Im waiting for some change
but it never comes
im waiting for peace on earth
but it never comes
im waiting for minorities to be accepted with the rest
but that never comes
im waiting for people to stop being morons
but that never comes

Forever 21

Untitled by: Luna and Claudia

A rose is beautiful yet powerful with its thorns.

Thats what he told her
He told her he had known her to grow like a flower
She suddenly became giggly and she was blushing (Claudia)
Wow he must be someone special.
Some one i cant let go.
She closed her eyes and pictured the bright red rose. (Luna)
She smiled at the thought that he thought of her as such a beautiful flower. (Claudia)
He left and came back with 10 roses 
9 real and 1 fake and whispered in her ear "My love for you will only last as long as the final rose lives" (Luna)
They stood together for years and years and the flowers died one by one except for the last one.
Finally it was her 90th birthday and she was slowly dying and him and her were still together the last sentence that escaped her sweet lips before she died was "I get it now, you gave me 10 roses and 1 was fake so you knew you'd be with me forever" she smiled and then closed her eyes and that was it (Claudia)


I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT POEM!!!

Thursday, December 9, 2010


The razor cuts us all one by one, like a gun, just takes the lives one by one. Most of us run from the razor. Or gun. Or both. Because most of us wish not to see death but wish to see years and years of life. As for me, whenever that razor or that gun comes for me i'll greet death like an old friend.