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Poetry is a very good way to clear a bad case of Writer's Block. Here's a sample of my boredom:


Underneath the mistletoe
I'll wait for you
In knee deep snow
My cheeks are numb
But can't compare
To what is going to be
The greatest care
In one single kiss
A little love
Just makes it even better
No little push or shove
Three seconds pass
It's almost time
I can wait forever
Just to make you mine
Your hands in my hair
Stop my heart
In every moment
Just like potential art

It was worth it.


I'm very deep to the point of being a synonym of a trench. Yay, right? Yeah, not really. It confuses me to why I'm like this when everyone else in my family is... not.

This movie that was based on the book called The Clique is cliche beyond cliche. I'm talking cliche to the point of being mind-numbingly sick. I'm on the verge of bleeding through my eyes... and ears.

Take my advice, it's worse than reading the books. At least you can punch the book. I'm sure your TV wouldn't react the same.