paper and pencil

I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, ou could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his cœur, coeur torn into pieces, ou turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with l’amour too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the plage after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this an in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these questions and plus will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and seconde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the seconde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)

The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream



A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,

But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,

And into the warm embrace of your esteem.

The stage that I left disappears from my mind,

Like suddenly being engulfed par sunshine,

I am truly alive, for the very first time,

All at once, let me sing, let me cry!

‘Til it bursts,

From my lungs, like a child,

Let me smile ‘til it hurts!

Let the blue of the morning

Strike my tearful eyes,

I still don’t know how,

I still don’t know why,

(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)

But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.


Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.

I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing Friends there. Friends who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my cœur, coeur that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my Friends close by, I know that they will always be par my side even if they are not with me. All my Friends are the light in my life.

The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
toi think toi are so bright,
saying toi buzz because toi care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way toi can montrer toi care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't toi understand?
Have toi tried to understand?
Do I really expect toi to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse toi uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
toi think I don't know anything,
toi think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
toi think because toi are older,
toi know plus than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, toi are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make toi knelt

I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you

I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face

In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see

I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word

But then
I should have known
toi never stayed
Unless toi profited

toi never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will

I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That toi will be there

But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone toi never loved
Someone toi don't even know

Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments

So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you

"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to toi unless toi know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us plus than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? toi act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and toi to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."


And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.

Dear diary
Today was my first rendez-vous amoureux, date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to brun foncé, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little Kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx



Tell me what toi think. Rate, comment, tell me what should happen next. is it bad?!?

Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.

Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work

There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
toi made no attempt to stop me
In fact toi probably welcomed it.

I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.

I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in l’amour with you.