The-Profound-Kid

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Runaway Stars by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Runaway Stars

They were just tired. They're tired of twinkling. They're tired of looking pretty. They're tired of being branded as gentle. They're tired of staying in one place. They're tired of letting people use them for granting wishes. They're tired of holding people's secrets for them. They're tired of being used. She wants to catch them- at least one of them. A 9-year-old girl on a wheelchair who just wants nothing more but a star in a jar as her night lamp. They don't want to be captured. They're stars. They're meant to be free. And so they run from her-it's the people's time to do the hard work now. Please understand. They're not villai

A Side of the World by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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A Side of the World

There are times when You meet an old man who beats his head on the wall And covers his eyes with a handkerchief Away from the world He's succumbed to his darkness Keeping to himself Never leaving his corner. There are times when You meet a woman Who loves fumbling her way through Touching the bits and bobs of everything Who's a child at heart But can't see the colors of the world anymore. There are times when You meet an old woman Who has a purer heart than yours Who only sees the good things And keeps an innocent image of the world. If only you could understand her speak You know her words would smell like sweet perf

Trash Cans. They're Underrated. by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Trash Cans. They're Underrated.

Find a trash can. (Look around your room, I know you have one.) Put it in front of you. Stare at it. In that trash can, are the things you threw away in your life. Your used ball pen, food wrappers, lost love, unreached hope, a broken friendship, a bitter memory. Smell it. That stench is your past, your experiences that you wish to forget, the things that you think you'd be happy without. And so you threw them away. Look at your hand. Open your fist. In it, sitting on your palm, is a broken thing. A broken relationship, or an experience, or something else entirely. It's old and used. You had fun with it before. You used to play with it al

He Was A Writer by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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He Was A Writer

I would love to write about you. But what should I write? Should I write about the love we shared together? The moments we cherished, the joy and the laughter, Written on a piece of paper. That would be lovely, wouldn't it? All of our dreams unforgotten. Kept. Treasured. But that would be lying. Should I write about the tears? The moments of painful silence, Of the unspoken words Better nothing than pain, right? Should I write about the regret, the bitter kisses, unspoken goodbyes, Of the hope we let down? Should I write about our love that melted and stolen by time? Hmm. That would be too sad I think. That wouldn't giv

Peter Pan. by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Peter Pan.

Brave little boy with a great big heart, This situation calls for you. Brave little boy with a great big heart, Will you spare some pixie dust or two? Just enough to take me out of here Just enough to fly me far away. Just enough to chase away the fear And to play with you all day. Brave little boy, if you'd like I could gladly stay Here with you, in your Neverland Where no one could ever dismay. Where fields of wishes and rains of dreams Would peacefully collide Where everything is how I thought it should be Where I could feel alive. Where I could be a kid forever Where I don't have to face the fear Of growing old and be ve

To: Society by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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To: Society

"What kind of kid are you?" Her companion asked, completely weirded out by her. "I can't say. It's more of the rare kind, actually. The different kind. The kind who eats her cereals at nine o'clock in the evening, who likes to sit beneath doorframes, thinking that she's out adventuring and relaxing at home at the same time, who sometimes wishes she's a boy so she can be batman, who strongly believes that Vendetta's a girl (she just happens to be bi-curious when they shot the film), who looks at the sky every night, looking for that second star to the right and promises to herself that she'll live there someday, who prefers her 14-year-old, b

It's A Dare, Then? by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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It's A Dare, Then?

Swoon me by your presence, I dare you. Move me. Hug me in the moonlight. Kiss me in the rain. Adore my eyes. Cherish my laughter. Listen to my silence. Caress my skin. Sway my heart. I dare you to love me. My walls are built up, sturdier and taller than the Great Wall of China. My heart is heavily guarded; covered with every lock known possible to man. My brain is filled and backed up to the brim with logic and comeback. Love me, I dare you. Let's see how far you can go. If any of us loses, then clearly one of us is out of practice. If any both of us lose, then that's just bad luck, isn't it?

Peek-a-Boo by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Peek-a-Boo

She covered her mouth with her bloody hands as her voice gave out uncontrollable sobs. Apparently, just closing her eyes and pretending this was not happening was not helping her at all. "Oh sweetheart, come out come out wherever you are…" She closed her eyes tightly as she heard the door creak. He won't see her there. He won't find her there, she was sure. She guaranteed herself this plan would work. She opened her eyes to take a peek and find out what he was doing. All she could see were his feet entering the room, his shoes caked up with mud and grass. Something silver flashed from her view too. It was the axe, swaying as he walk

Fredmund's Slip by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Fredmund's Slip

Don't say it. Don't do it. Not now. This is really not a good time for this. It's not that you're backing out, or you're being a coward. No, not at all! You're just being patient. You know, take time to think things through, prepare for it to be special… Oh good Lord, here she comes… "Hey, you dropped your beautiful, I mean, book. You want to go get love, I mean, uhmm coffee?"

Universe's Karma by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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Universe's Karma

Pathetic. So pathetic. She sneered to herself. Believe in love? Since when did I become such a blockhead? She took another gulp from the bottle of wine she was holding, and then coughed it all out since she was lying down. Since now, smart ass. She laughed at herself, at her own dilemma, realizing just how stupid it was. The stars seemed to enjoy her moment too, sarcastically gleaming even brighter than before. She eyed them suspiciously, and slowly took another sip of the alcohol. "What are you staring at?" She asked, her words slurred. "You lying bastards. You shine there, teasing us to believe in such unreasonable things, like, like…

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Trash Cans. They're Underrated.

He Was A Writer by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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He Was A Writer

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Peter Pan.

To: Society by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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To: Society

It's A Dare, Then? by The-Profound-Kid, literature

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It's A Dare, Then?

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Peek-a-Boo

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Fredmund's Slip

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Universe's Karma

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

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Yeah. I'm not normal. Let's just put it at that.

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Sweeney Todd:Demon Barber at Fleet Street, Legend of 1900

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Adventure Time

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Tom Waits, Hudson Taylor

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Vampire Chronicles, Harry Potter

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Anne Rice, John Green, Bob Ong

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The-Profound-Kid

Aug 30, 2011

YES.

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Somebody faved my work. :o Somebody seriously faved my work. :jawdrop: Somebody who's A COMPLETE STRANGER just faved my work. Can you believe that? :woohoo: My GOD! PRAISE THE LORD AND HEAVENS ABOVE! :worship::worship::worship: Ironic thing is, she faved my recent work a few minutes after I wrote my first entry! :O:O:O I still cannot grasp the idea that someone, OUT THERE just read my work. AND SHE LIKED IT :meow: Oh my. I think I'm hyperventilating. Is it getting hot in here? :faint: I'm just kidding. I did not faint. BUT I SERIOUSLY WANT TO. :la: God, I feel like I'm on the top of the world right now! :squee: And that 's jus

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The-Profound-Kid

Aug 29, 2011

Grandma ate my cookies!

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They said,                            "Whatever you have to say, this is the place to say it!" But instead what came to my mind was:                                         "The question is, will there be someone who'll listen?" :shrug: I don't want to be all emo-y with my first entry, since this will probably hunt me forever, but that's what I'm feeling right now. I try to show to others my work, so they can criticize and comment and what not, but it seems like they're too busy to even glimpse at it. :saddummy: Not that I need some comfort from other people-so please don't comment stuff like "I'm sorry" or "It's alright" Because rea