| I learnt a long time ago that writing was my one true passion. |


Natural Selection PoemNatural selection, Here we go, Here are the rules, That I can show,Natural Selection Poem
All organisms produce, More offspring than, Supported by factors, From the abiotic ban.
That doesn't matter, Offspring over-production, There is still constant Size in population.
This makes competition, Here for survival Because after death There is no revival.
Within a population, There's a gene pool, A wide variety of alleles, Making some of a species cool.
Combinations of alleles, Making them more able, To s


Benzene - Kekule's DreamIm sorry to say Kekule, youre wrong,Benzene - Kekule's Dream
Im telling you this In the form of a song.
You're wrong about benzene, Oh dear, didn't you know? There's plenty of evidence, Here I can show.
Your model can't explain, Any reasonable atrractions, Why benzene does not, Undergo addition reactions.
You say that hydrogens In benzene aren't the same, But chlorination proves otherwise And here ends your game.
Chlorinating benzene Give only one compound,


I'm an AuthorI'm an author, writing is in my blood. Singing, screaming, waiting to be loosed. My hand tightly grasping a pen.I'm an Author
From the pen flows a myriad of words. From the pen, but also from me. I didn't know I knew so many words.
Writing comes naturally to me. Pen in hand, words in heart. I look around and draw inspiration.
I'm an author. I write the words That I hope to live.
| I learnt a long time ago that writing was my one true passion. |


The Garden of EDUNThe Garden of EDUNThe Garden of EDUN
They called it Edun, the place where my mother grew up. Safe, sterile, controlled. Happy. She has told me about it ever since I was a small child. In Edun, she would say, there were huge skyscrapers all lit up at night. Edun never slept. It was like a great big party. Everyone Everyone was so happy. Until and she would look off into the distance. Until the bomb. The bomb that tore Edun to pieces.
The people who created Edun could create it again if they wanted to. And they could destroy it again. I know this now I was blinded by the sound


The Glass BoxThe glass box so beautiful Sweetly sparkling in the sky, to the observers eye, it seems so sublime. The box holds me in suppressing my thoughts, compressing my lungs until I can no longer breathe. Until I can no longer see the leaves upon the nearest blooming tree. Until I can no longer feel the cold glass upon my skin,The Glass Box
the box holds me in.
The glass box, with its beauty so grand and so fine, but the observer can not see the real inside. They do not see the pointed pencil forced into my hand, The words forced onto the plastic pa


Cell 1CELL 1Cell 1
She always used to say that existence is nothing without understanding. I never understood her. She questioned everything. I was skeptical. I wondered why she was always so determined to find the answers. She would search and search and I would listen. I never listened hard enough. I continued on, thinking that all things happened just because. I never fully understood. The day came, and I finally wondered why. The thinking I embarked on that day made me question my own existence. That thinking made me question my value and my worth. I suddenly realized what she had been trying to tell me all of those years. Fi
| Well, these are just some works that I've liked. |
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"I'm a shadow far from sinister villages,i drank God's silence from the fountain in the grove..."
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Ich liebe Bill Kaulitz.
He's my world
Ich Liebe Jack E. Srify auch
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HAHA I'M MAD
GET OVER IT
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~~Reemz~~
you are so sweet! hehe
I'm loving your writing btw...!!!!
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~~Reemz~~
lol thanks
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Totally re-update this
ANYWAY
HAHA I'M MAD
GET OVER IT
how've you been?!?!?! dude..im too in love with ur YT page...hehe..i want that beta thingy,too!!!
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