surferbabe16

cause facebook just wasnt enough

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Sonnet 1 by surferbabe16, literature

Its Only Temporary. by surferbabe16, literature

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Breakfast with friends by surferbabe16, literature

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Breakfast with friends

Life isn't just a series of big events, although these may happen and thus alter the course of your life, they aren't what defines it. It's the little things that make life special - coffee with him, reading a favourite book or just maybe just breakfast with friends... As benign chatter filled the room and generally my mouth, about that jazz bar in Germany, I couldn't help but think that today was going to be a good day. Already there had been those little moments that made me smile - a text from him, the silly mistake of a takeaway cup lid and now breakfast with friends. This was one of those times that although not hugely consequencial, i

Echoes. by surferbabe16, literature

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Echoes.

You were here. The stripped, empty bed and bare carpet might not say so but you were, once. You were here. Your clothes, unwanted, hang silent behind closed doors. You wore them, once. You were here. Your presence still echoes after weeks, months, years and you were, once. You were here. But now you're far away you'll come for me... Right? You were here, once, but you'll be back. Soon.

Remembrance by surferbabe16, literature

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Remembrance

Black clad figures standing silent in straight rows. They aren't moving, the scene would be perfectly still if it wasn't for the harsh November wind. It swept through the quiet street, between the statues biting at exposed skin, goading them into movement. But they didn't move. Then over the mournful wails, a single trumpet echoed out the last post's melancholic tones. I watched the people around me, each with their eyes on the looming granite-grey memorial towards which we all faced, each united in wearing a blood red poppy on their chest, united in remembrance. A young woman in front of me is standing as if carved out of ice; her vibrant

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Sonnet 1 by surferbabe16, literature

Its Only Temporary. by surferbabe16, literature

Forgive you. by surferbabe16, literature

Breakfast with friends by surferbabe16, literature

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Breakfast with friends

Echoes. by surferbabe16, literature

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Echoes.

Remembrance by surferbabe16, literature

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Remembrance

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Live On by KleptoCorpse, literature

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Live On

A blooming flower reverts a seed dying, neglected it wilts and bleeds. A once strong stem is now so weak once so colorful yet now so bleak. A flower beaten black and blue left raped and drained it's lost its hue. Grey petals shrivel turning brown Till finally streching to kiss the ground and as they fall they have a chance a breeze calls out, the petals dance and still they think of days tomorrow through the pain and the sorrow. A new day dawns, they now can rest while sleeping on the soil's chest. And although the flower is now gone the dried up petals still live on.

Your Spell is Cast by rad-ss, literature

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Your Spell is Cast

Your Spell is Cast I sit in the cool darkness of the auditorium, A few lights beaming down here and there. But then I see you, Lit as by the divine hand of God. Soft light filtering down on your golden locks. Like a vision of some Norse Goddess. Slender pale neck subtly exposed. Light and shadow play upon the line of your jaw. The soft rosiness of your cheek. Slight freckles that must dazzle in the warmth of sunlight. Pink lips that move with fullness and passion as you read to yourself. God you are a beautiful woman! Your hands are feminine perfection. French manicured tips on nimble fingers. The way you touch the pages as if

Nothing Accomplished by BayouPoemSpinner, literature

Echoes by Half-Asleep-Dreams, literature

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Echoes

Pencils on and empty page Are like a singer on an empty stage Her music is an echo A complete and perfect solo But tears roll down her pretty face As she waits in that empty place She waits for someone to listen to what she has to say For it may just take their breath away But as the piano starts to play a new song She forgets to sing along Her cries echo and her tears glisten How can she sing when no one will listen?

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June 27
United Kingdom
Deviant for 13 years

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So I'm not all misunderstood and arty, in fact I'm just me and I kinda like it that way x

Favourite genre of music: Jazz
Favourite cartoon character: Louis Griffin
Personal Quote: "man up"

Favourite Visual Artist

Sabine

Favourite Movies

Point break

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Smiths

Favourite Writers

My boyfriend.

Favourite Games

Scrabble

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surfing, acting, singing :)

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surferbabe16

Dec 7, 2010

Irony

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I appreciate the irony of my life when I looked at my last journal entry. There I was so excited about going to see Alfie blabbing on about our 5 month anniversary, and when I get there he breaks up with me. I'm glad that I can find this fact hilarious... although at the time it wasnt funny at all. We had a great five months but now its ove... fingers crossed we stay friends because I still want to go to London! Last weekend was fabulous, life is literally rather brilliant, best weekend in aaaaaaages! I went to a friends 18th birthday house party on saturday night and didnt leave until 2am. This was because of the amazing company - never lau

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surferbabe16

Nov 18, 2010

life and times.

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Good afternoon! It's been a month and 18 days (incase you wanted to know) since my last journal. Events since october the first include: getting a youtube account- no vlogs as of yet, started driving lessons - too many stalls to count, and discovered that my mother might be suffering from depression - not great although explains alot. I'm going to stay with Alfred next weekend, it is our five month anniversary on the saturday (I wonder if he'll remember)  I've also been pondering on what to get him for christmas, quite the dilema as according to him I have a crap taste in everything he would want for christmas e.g. Band Tshirts and musical i

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surferbabe16

Oct 1, 2010

A Month On..

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So it't been a Whole month since my last journal entry, and I was last moaning about my beautiful boyfriend moving far away. Yes, that week was amazing and when he left I didn't cry, until the car rounded the corner, then I broke down in tears. He has been gone 3 weeks and although I missed him millions at first I've realised that I can survive without him being there 24/7 which is rather refreshing! Next weekend I'm going to visit him which is awesome, although I'm not so confident about the trains, infact I'm a little scared! I have a lot of love for deviantart at the mo, every one is so talented. yeah bye x