Author has written 2 stories for Twilight.
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From: Canada, Nova Scotia
Vampire Diary series
Harry Potter series
Darkest Powers Trilogy
World war Z: an oral history on the zombie war
SOME OF MY FAVOIRATE CLASSIC SHORT STORYS (links):
The Tell-Tale Heart by: Edgar Allan Poe
SecondHand Serenade: A Twist in my story
Let it roll
Like a knife
Tested and tru
Fall for you
Scary Kids Scaring Kids: Whatch me bleed
My Darkest Hour
Breath Of Sunshine
My Knife Your Throat
The Deep End
NeverShoutNever : Trouble
Here Goes Nothing
Tegan and Sara : Where Does The Good Go
I know I know I know
Back In Your Head
Queen : bohemian rhapsody
lots more im just to lazy to put them on. lol
BEST SITES/VIDEOS IN THE WHOLE WORLD. lolololol :
GOOD SONG!!: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8osLL-PDgY
My own video of ten second epic LIVE went to there concert it was awsomee: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoumgYzvg70
Waste Of Paint
I have a friend, he is mostly made of pain.
And he wakes up, drives to work,
and then straight back home again.
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover.
And I tried to tell him he had a sense
of color and composition so magnificent.
And he said
"Thank you, please
but your flattery
is truly not
Your eyes are poor.
no beauty could have come from me.
I'm a waste
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true.
And her love for her man was one of her many virtues.
Until one day, she found out that he had lied
and she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie.
But she was grateful for everything that had happened.
And she was anxious for all that would come next.
But then she wept.
What did you expect?
In that big, old house
with the cars she kept.
"And such is life," she often said.
With one day leading
to the next,
you get a little closer to your death,
which was fine with her.
She never got upset
and with all the days she may have left,
she would never clean
or fold his shirts
or look her best.
She was free
Last night, my brother he got drunk and drove.
And this cop he pulled him off to the side of the road.
And he said, "Officer! Officer! You got the wrong man.
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker, you don't understand!"
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful.
And your carelessness, it is something awful.
And no, I can't just let you go.
And though your father's name is known,
your decisions now are yours alone.
You are nothing but a stepping stone
on a path
The last few months I have been living with this couple.
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.
They fit together, like a puzzle.
And I love their love and I am thankful
that someone actually receives the prize that was promised
by all those fairy tales that drugged us.
And they still do me.
I'm sick, lonely,
no laurel tree,
just green envy.
Will my number come up eventually?
Like Love's some kind of lottery,
where you scratch and see
just one cherry,
or "Play Again."
So I've been hanging out down by the train's depot.
No, I don't ride.
I just sit and watch the people there.
And they remind me of wind up cars in motion.
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions.
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense.
All your life's one track,
can't they see it's pointless?
But just then, my knees
give under me.
My head feels weak
it's clear to see
it's not them but me,
who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind
these books I read,
like art could save a wretch like me,
with some ideal ideology
that no one could hope to achieve.
And I am never real;
it is just a sketch in me.
And everything I made is trite
and a waste
So now I park my car down by the cathedral,
where the floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people.
I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle.
When the voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there’s some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them.
The range is too high,
way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue,
forget the song,
tie my shoe
start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on,
with my broken heart
and my absent God
and I have no faith
but it's all I want,
to be loved.
in my soul.
In my soul.
In my soul.
In my soul.