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Dirt. by maybeTHEN, literature

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Dirt.

I do not relate well to most people. I will say the wrong things At the wrong time, And the right things Well Almost never. I am socially inept. I will not become your best friend over night. I will sit in silence or stumble over my words. I will forever be on the fringe, waiting for an imaginary chance to find a common ground. And I am not even one of those special little snowflakes Socially disabled Yet brilliantly-minded. I am but a raindrop. Falling, unnoticed, a copy of a copy. Easy come, easy go. I will try to develop our friendship for months Trying to build something that will never be there Before someone else comes in like a gus

Master of my Fate by maybeTHEN, literature

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Master of my Fate

It's the fifth day in a row that I've sat here, alone. My laptop rests on my thighs and I spend hours doing nothing, being nothing. I am surrounded by colourful paper people. People who have inked skin and stretched earlobes. People I have never met. "Stranger" would be the wrong word to use; their faces are as familiar as my own. They stand, tacked to my walls, eternally looking down with their omnipresent expressions on my sad and over privileged little life. They have seen tears, sex, and drunkenness. They are the ultimate wallflowers. But they cannot speak, they cannot hold. Their lives are not entwined with my own. All I've wanted w

The Newtown Shootings: A Response. by maybeTHEN, literature

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The Newtown Shootings: A Response.

It is all too easy to respond to the Connecticut tragedy. All it takes is to log onto Facebook, call up a radio station, or mention it to a friend. Even on the opposite side of the world, the event fills morning papers and the evening news. It is everywhere we turn. And we watch on, we listen in, knowing full well that we are giving the killer exactly what he wanted - to be noticed. There are a few twisted individuals in this world who use publicity to gratify themselves; they crave the attention whether they are praised or defamed. For so long they have been ignored and forgotten. When they blow in the heads of children and themselves, we c

Epitome by maybeTHEN, literature

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Epitome

You're walking past a broken fence, a flight of stairs, or an entrance gate. Wherever you are is irrelevant. You're caught in a crowd of strangers in a place you've never been but yet you connect. This is what it's like. A sanctuary held together with safety pins and good vibrations. It's always hard to put the sound of music in words; any musician or music-lover will tell you that. The way it affects an individual is unique, yet is felt unanimously through the generations. Whether it is your saviour, escape, or aspiration, music is one of the only things that will keep your heartstrings drumming and plucking until the very end. W

Soundwave by maybeTHEN, literature

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Soundwave

The sun beat down on another standard summer day on the eastern coast of Australia. The day had come once again: the highlight of the year. Perhaps it was because the Land Down Under rarely saw such an event as this. Maybe it was because it made the misfits feel as if they could actually belong for once. Either way, Soundwave continued to grow since its birth in 2004 on the opposite side of the country. Five kilometres away on some thirty-year old graffitied CityRail train were Kay and Henry. They were nearly as old as the transport itself and looked just as tattered. Next stop, Strathfield. The pair would be meeting the rest of their mates

Anarchy Tour by maybeTHEN, literature

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Anarchy Tour

The eldest Harford girl was sick of tiptoeing around her father's house in Leeds. She found it to be of little point when everything she believed in screamed at her to do the opposite. Lucy didn't know where to draw the line between exhibiting her rebellion and just plain stupidity. She didn't know what her plans were when she finally escaped the house and she didn't really care. All Lucy knew was that she had to get out. Eleven o'clock at night and the house was silent. Dressed in the staple of her kind – tartan skirt, ripped panty hose, heavy boots and jacket, and a faded grey t-shirt held together with safety pins – Lucy grabbed the sli

Woodstock by maybeTHEN, literature

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Woodstock

The older woman looked at the boy with a maternal linger; her eyes showed concern but her lips showed excitement. She wrung her apron between her hands and reached up to fix his hair. "Now remember, don't get in to mischief, you hear? I want my boy back in one piece. I don't want you to get accepted into Penn and then find out that you've gotten yourself killed!" "Aw Mom, the letter's already three days late. I won't get in. I'll try breaking my leg or something." Bobby calmed his mother's protests and pulled her in for a hug, his chin resting on her head. He was only half joking. A few misplaced bones was a lot better than getting draft

Part 1 by maybeTHEN, literature

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Part 1

It's funny how you managed to save my life without knowing it. I guess you should have expected it; after all we had been through. I have never regretted any conversation, any experience shared between us. Even the parts that changed things for the worse, even the parts that have lead to you being out of my life: I don't regret any of it. I never will. You had taught me so much; you showed me the world and opened my eyes to see things without the fake omnipresent gloss which protects one's innocence. You taught me to see the bigger picture. I was a completely different person before I met you, and I can't even remember who I was. Maybe I dont

The End. by maybeTHEN, literature

Disjointed by maybeTHEN, literature

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Disjointed

NB, Every time I think I've stopped loving you, I fall for you all over again. I've told you that so many times, yet Dear NB, You're so inconvenient to me. Everything is so close to perfection and then you come along and screw things up. Either way, I love Dear you, Love me, too. And never let me I know how you loathe expectations. So I don't expect you to keep NB, You do more damage to me than any knife could. You're no better for me than my drug mixing. But, like these destructive things, I simply cannot get enough of you. So just, piss off. BA. Ps. You say that without me you're like a cup without water. Empty. How I wish I

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Australia
Deviant for 14 years
She / Her

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>>she is called Bailey Alexandra
>>lives in the great southern land :D
>>cant understand why people hate.
>>is hell-bent on figuring out "why" for just about everything
>>shouldnt be hell-bent on figuring out "why" for just about everything
>>is determined to leave the past as the past, and just move on
>>also to take things less seriously
>>often wonders about everything.

I'm cool just like that :)

Current Residence: Sydney, that place called Oz
Favourite genre of music: rock & its sub-genres
Favourite photographer: Giovanni Fontana
Favourite style of art: Music (yes, i believe its a form of art)
MP3 player of choice: iPod :)
Personal Quote: "When we're young, we are told not to judge a book by its cover but when we grow up that's exactly what we do."

Favourite Movies

Moulin Rouge

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

MCR, ADTR, Escape the Fate, Manson, Lostprophets, SoCo, Jack's Mann, 30stm, A7X, Blink182, etc

Favourite Writers

Cassandra Clare

Tools of the Trade

Pen and Paper :)

Other Interests

music, friends, guys, food, books, repeat

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maybeTHEN

Feb 15, 2013

Bit lonely

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I believe my high school friends have forgotten me. All that talk of keeping in touch was bullshit. Who of my close friends last initiated plans to do something with me? I can't even remember. I'm tired of keeping up these one-sided friendships. I guess I just kinda thought I meant more than this to them..

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maybeTHEN

Jan 19, 2013

I feel a need to rant.

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But I'm not really sure where. Here? But this is a place of art. And my rants are anything but artful. They're like little bindis you come across unexpectedly in the middle of lush grass. Annoying as hell, interesting to look at, but not really beautiful. sigh. ps. I got into Journalism at UNSW. wooot.

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maybeTHEN

Dec 14, 2012

I'm baaaack!

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It's been a while but the HSC is over and it's time to do some more leisurely writing. I'll soon post my English Major Work and later on I might start doodling on paper. Not sure. We'll see how things go!