~Herrresjonny
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The marchHe marches up the stone cold mountain, leaving behind him the world he knew and loved. The steps stretched before him like an endless highway. He had a name, but should names matter when they are merely the signatures of dead men? The ends are worth the means. The thoughts blazed through his empty mind, lightning flashes in illuminating the grey expanses. Why keep up these false pretences? He walked to his death. The end of life lies on the top of the great stone behemoth. As he ascends to the heavens he occasionally glances back at where he came from. His family. His friends. They will never see him again. But no, don’t think of the endThe march
in Occult on 12/8/07
Peter Elle fanfiction 2 draftElle ran her hand gently over Peter’s skin. The hairs on his arm stood on end, and grazed against her hand like new grass. She moved to his neck, and she could see the tendons flex under their fleshy cover. Peter looked at her with wide eyes and dilated pupils. She loved those eyes and hated them at the same time. She gazed into them, and they swallowed her up. It was like she was falling from the sky and the very clouds, and crashing into the midnight sea. She had never been swimming, and water scared her. But she would swim any day with him. At the same time they hid deep fear, and she feared it was from her. But lately he hadn’tPeter Elle fanfiction 2 draft
in Science Fiction on 12/7/07
Man with no moralsVERSE Man with no morals Got a twinkle in his eyes Tongue like a snake So don’t believe his lies Got a match in his hand And he’s surrounded by fumes His ever silent ally Just waiting to consumeMan with no morals
CHORUS So hop about serenity Leave humanity behind Don’t run away from the reaper Even though you’re terrified
VERSE Long black handle Tipped with a blade Carves through the mind As the memories fade Spilling the blood And slowly killing the soul Man with no morals No ones in control &nbs
in Song on 11/10/07
Angel with glass wingsVERSE Angel with glass wings Flying up to heaven but the clouds too high Angel with glass wings Tears falling down as you sob and cry You are my only need Can’t live without you, you’re the air I breath Frailty in motion Float on down and come back to meAngel with glass wings
CHORUS One mind One heart Want to be one But we’re apart My love My one and only So please stay Or leave me lonely
VERSE Flame in my heart My body left cold and all alone Frozen like ice Even though I built up walls of stone Alw
in Song on 10/28/07
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- Emailherrresjonny@hotmail.co.uk
- MSNherrresjonny@hotmail.co.uk
- Current Age: 17
- Current Residence: South east England
- Interests: writing
- Favourite movie: so many to choose from
- Favourite band or musician: Saintless sin
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Harlan Coben
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: Walkman phone
- Wallpaper of choice: urgh the one on my wall
- Skin of choice: preferably my own
- Favourite game: serial killing
- Personal Quote: "It wasn't me, it was my evil twin Rodriguez"
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, put I keep a sword handy in case it runs out
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What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Who doesn't love a bit of Shakespeare?
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What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
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What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
so I have
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My eyes are like cracked, grimy windows into my soul
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