Posted March 13, 201015 yr How I long for the forests, The leaves that grow, The waters that flow, I want to see it all, The trees so tall! I am huddled within these walls, Forced to wear these clothes I appall, My mind bent on futuristics, But my heart longs for these specifics: The grass, The past, The tall mountains, The low fountains, The sweet smelling flowers, I could stay for hours! Now I leave these artificial lands, These artificial people, With their artificial plans, I look ahead, The forest so close, My eyes with dread, A forest of smoke.
March 13, 201015 yr I wish I could write like you.I'm your fan sorage,you have to be a writer,if you don't I'll kill you
March 18, 201015 yr Author Now i'm feeling surrounded by murderous females O_o its 8th grade all over again. Running away from the fans because of my work and my voice.
March 18, 201015 yr Author That's what they all say before they ambush you. (I know all the tricks of the fans -_-)
March 18, 201015 yr Author No...I witnessed my fans doing it to me first-hand. I have the scars to prove it T_T
March 18, 201015 yr I thought you didn't release your book yet.How could you have other fans tham me and Namine?
March 18, 201015 yr Author Well, when I was in middle school eventually everyone heard my deep voice and noticed the writing that I did. Soon I had hoards of girls (and some guys) chasing after me at lunch period. So I got a good workout...and a little headache of it. (Try escaping from fans when your on the second story of the school building and their surrounding every exit.
March 20, 201015 yr Stop lying sis,I was just kidding,the thing that I said to you in another thred is going to happen if you still like this.
How I long for the forests,
The leaves that grow,
The waters that flow,
I want to see it all,
The trees so tall!
I am huddled within these walls,
Forced to wear these clothes I appall,
My mind bent on futuristics,
But my heart longs for these specifics:
The grass,
The past,
The tall mountains,
The low fountains,
The sweet smelling flowers,
I could stay for hours!
Now I leave these artificial lands,
These artificial people,
With their artificial plans,
I look ahead,
The forest so close,
My eyes with dread,
A forest of smoke.