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Post by willow hill anderson. on Nov 2, 2008 18:50:53 GMT -5
*WILLOW HILL ANDERSON
[/color][/font]  all dressed in uniforms so
fine ,, [/color] they drank and killed to pass the time[/font] otherhalf wise words and sympathy, tell the story of our history
practicallyfamily stood side by side, our friendship never died
inseperable we knocked on the doors of hell's darker chamber
bestguyfriend deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway
bestgirlfriend i put my trust in you. i put my trust in you. i put
partnersincrime in the shadowplay, acting out your own death
childhoodfriends to the centre of the city where all roads meet
onandoff waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
drinkingfriends spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know
partyfriends flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now
enemiesturnedfriends i did everything, everything i wanted to
bestfriends as the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing
closefriends dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
goodfriends but she expressed herself in many different ways
averagefriends well i could call out when the going gets tough
acquaintances where have they been? where have they been?
firstnamebasis a room with a window in the corner i found truth
friendofafriend i was moving through the silence without motion
justmet what means to you, what means to me, we'll meet again wearing the shame of all their crimes ,, [/color] with measured steps, they walked in line[/font] diediedie tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land
hardcore getting faster, moving faster, it's getting out of hand
enemies here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders
indifferentenemies pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in
friendturnedenemies and with cold steel, odour on their bodies
mutualhatred walked upon the edge of no escape, and laughed
mutualdislike to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank
onesideddislike and she showed up all the errors and mistake
onesidedhatred and seized up on the floor, i thought she'd die
backstab there's always someone who's gonna stab your back
rivals lost control again, she screamed out kicking on her side
friendlyrivals well i had to phone her friend to state my case
jealousy each ritual showed up the at door for our wanderings
annoyance i could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left
avoidance got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away
lovehate these sensations barely interest me for another day
tolerance i could live a little in a wider line, the change is gone
scaredof portrayal of the trauma and degeneration, the sorrow they carried pictures of their wives ,, [/color] and numbered tags to prove their lives[/font] final then love, love will tear us apart again, love will tear us
future that something so good, just can't function no more
possiblefuture we saw ourselves now as we never had seen
current but we were immortal, we were not there, washed up
past-bad now our heart's lost forever, can't replace the fear
past-good and we would go on as though nothing was wrong
past-stillchemistry synchronise love to the beat of the show
onesidedcrush i see your face still in my window, torments me
mutualcrush when routine bites hard, and ambitions are low
pastcrush you cry out in your sleep, all my failings exposed
pastfling listen to the silence, let it ring on, eyes, dark grey
currentfling in fear every day, every evening, he calls her aloud
futurefling painstaking devotion and love, surrendered to self
spouse two ways to choose, on a razor's edge, remain behind
fiancee there's still this appeal we've kept through our lives
forbidden emotions won't grow, and we're changing our ways
secret there's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold
obssession control, she's lost control again, she's lost control
friendswithbenefits two-way mirror in the hall, they like to watch
enemieswithbenefits you torn apart, witness to your empty heart
fuckbuddies is my timing that flawed? our respect runs so dry
makeoutbuddies watch until the beauty fades. i need it. i need it.
physicalattraction blindness that touches perfection, but hurts
onenightstand a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize
sexualtension staying out the time, touching from a distance
onandoff i could live a little better with the myths and the lies
fleetingglances things that we've learnt are no longer enough
flirting watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
lust confusion in her eyes that says it all, she's lost control made it through the whole machine ,, [/color] full of glory never seen[/font] mixedfeelings which way to go, decide for me, let me know
badinfluence this life isn't mine, something must break now
goodinfluence i don't want to act uncool like all the other sods
confidant room full of people, room for just one, i can't break
protectiveoverme the only one responsible to take the blame
protectiveoveryou grab it while you can, but don't ever relax
mutualrespect forgive and forget's what they teach, or pass
onesidedrespect washed up on the beaches, struggling for air
rolemodel people listen to you, don't you know it means a lot
admiration but if you could just see the beauty, these things
roommate is this the role that you wanted to live? i was foolish
fakefriend you slap our backs and pretend you knew about all
neverspoken i'm ashamed of the things i've been put through
familyfriend we all need the security that belonging brings
familyspecify mother i tried please believe me, i'm doing the
otherspecify wire screen, the eyes of those standing outside
this plot page was made by SAFA! of caution! you are not allowed to
steal, plzkthnxs. that's what naughty people do. the wonderful lyrics are
credit to an awesome band called joy division. rip ian curtis. please also
remember that i have final say in relationships and plot. i have every right
to deny you. common courtesy; i post in yours you post in mine. please
make relationships varied, there are a bajillion options out there. i would
also like matching icons. not ugly, pixelated ones kthnxs, it would make
everything look a lot prettier and neater. =D that's it now. <3[/center] |
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Post by willow hill anderson. on Nov 2, 2008 18:51:57 GMT -5
* they've lost control [/color][/font] [code*]three icons here
[font=georgia][size=6][color=hotpinkforgirls slateblueforboys]*[/color] full name[/size][/font]
[font=verdana][size=0]s/he's been my whore/pimp for age years. baby girl/boy's just a membergroup
relationship(s)
[b]character name here[/b]; [i]history - first person[/i]
[b]willow[/b]; [i](leave blank if n/a)[/i][/b][/size][/font][/code*][/center] |
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Post by willow hill anderson. on Nov 2, 2008 18:52:30 GMT -5
   * autumn nix caineshe's been my whore for seventeen years. baby girl just a circus freak.
physicalattraction blindness that touches perfection, but hurts
onenightstand a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize
sexualtension staying out the time, touching from a distance
acquaintances where have they been? where have they been?
firstnamebasis a room with a window in the corner i found truth
nixon; i don't really know what to say. well, that's probably the mixture of toxins running their course through my body but, willow's like. i don't know, god or something. i mean, i've fucked a lot of people. and though some have left little marks like hickies and scars and stuff, and others did little things to stick in my head like called me bitch or darling while we fucked, but it's like. i can't get willow out of my head now. he's embedded there, burning threw what brain cells i have left. which are admittedly very few in number. i can't really forget him though, seeing as how he left the most prominite love bite on my thigh that i've ever seen. seriously, it like throbs and aches the second my heart quickens. which it does a lot, thanks to my bad nature. but really, i don't know if i even want to forget about him. it's horrible- the way i still think about a boy i fucked days prior. usually it's very, very easy- out of site and out of mind. there's no strings attached, no messy endings. just one night of fun and i'm gone. and willow was an amazing night, but i'm not going to pine over him like all the other boys and girls at this school. i know better. i guess i kind of liked the connection from one whore to another though, i guess. kind of. whatever! fuck this i'm out.
willow; Ha, so this little whore's still talking about me? I knew she wanted me really. This girl's been frustrating me for days on end, I fucked her, yeah. She was good, well, alright, as far as things go. Nothing to jump around about, really, that mouth of hers is pretty good though, I'll admit. Anyway, I digress. She's not like the others, she's not been chasing after me, like they do. She's not been giving me the attention I so obviously deserve. She can't act as though it didn't happen, I'm sure there must be a few things littered all over her body that remind her of me, whether it be scratches on her back, love bites, or just the fact she can't walk without a dull ache. Hmn... Anyway, yet again, I'm getting caught up in my own mind. This girl needs to start paying me the attention she should, or things'll start going wrong for her, in the worst possible way. I don't take kindly to being forgotten by a good for nothing whore. It's not that I adore her, or even so much as like her, but it's not the done thing to have to follow up my fucks. They find me, they ask for more, not the other way around. I'm not fucking impressed, okay? |
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Post by autumn nix caine on Nov 9, 2008 17:11:48 GMT -5
* autumn nix caineshe's been my whore for seventeen years. baby girl just a circus freak.
physicalattraction blindness that touches perfection, but hurts
onenightstand a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize
sexualtension staying out the time, touching from a distance
acquaintances where have they been? where have they been?
firstnamebasis a room with a window in the corner i found truth
nixon; i don't really know what to say. well, that's probably the mixture of toxins running their course through my body but, willow's like. i don't know, god or something. i mean, i've fucked a lot of people. and though some have left little marks like hickies and scars and stuff, and others did little things to stick in my head like called me bitch or darling while we fucked, but it's like. i can't get willow out of my head now. he's embedded there, burning threw what brain cells i have left. which are admittedly very few in number. i can't really forget him though, seeing as how he left the most prominite love bite on my thigh that i've ever seen. seriously, it like throbs and aches the second my heart quickens. which it does a lot, thanks to my bad nature. but really, i don't know if i even want to forget about him. it's horrible- the way i still think about a boy i fucked days prior. usually it's very, very easy- out of site and out of mind. there's no strings attached, no messy endings. just one night of fun and i'm gone. and willow was an amazing night, but i'm not going to pine over him like all the other boys and girls at this school. i know better. i guess i kind of liked the connection from one whore to another though, i guess. kind of. whatever! fuck this i'm out.
willow; (leave blank if n/a)[img]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a254/Helena01/Supafan%20Graphics%20First%20Post/nine/Kiki_afterlife.jpg[/img] [img]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a254/Helena01/Supafan%20Graphics%20First%20Post/nine/Kiki_ego.jpg[/img] [img]http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a254/Helena01/Supafan%20Graphics%20First%20Post/nine/Kiki_hesaid.jpg[/img]
[font=georgia][size=6][color=hotpink]*[/color] autumn nix caine[/size][/font]
[font=verdana][size=0]she's been my whore for seventeen years. baby girl just a circus freak.
physicalattraction[color=a73257] blindness that touches perfection, but hurts[/color]
onenightstand[color=a73159] a wayward distraction, this is my one lucky prize[/color]
sexualtension[color=a7305b] staying out the time, touching from a distance[/color]
acquaintances[color=2aa555] where have they been? where have they been?[/color]
firstnamebasis[color=2aa550] a room with a window in the corner i found truth[/color]
[b]nixon[/b]; [i]i don't really know what to say. well, that's probably the mixture of toxins running their course through my body but, willow's like. i don't know, god or something. i mean, i've fucked a lot of people. and though some have left little marks like hickies and scars and stuff, and others did little things to stick in my head like called me bitch or darling while we fucked, but it's like. i can't get willow out of my head now. he's embedded there, burning threw what brain cells i have left. which are admittedly very few in number. i can't really forget him though, seeing as how he left the most prominite love bite on my thigh that i've ever seen. seriously, it like throbs and aches the second my heart quickens. which it does a lot, thanks to my bad nature. but really, i don't know if i even want to forget about him. it's horrible- the way i still think about a boy i fucked days prior. usually it's very, very easy- out of site and out of mind. there's no strings attached, no messy endings. just one night of fun and i'm gone. and willow was an amazing night, but i'm not going to pine over him like all the other boys and girls at this school. i know better. i guess i kind of liked the connection from one whore to another though, i guess. kind of. whatever! fuck this i'm out.[/i]
[b]willow[/b]; [i](leave blank if n/a)[/i][/size][/font]
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