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tales of a single lifetime by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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tales of a single lifetime

Raindrops fall on open windows Inside the room a baby screams. The mother takes it in her arms Rocks it gently, the baby sleeps. The mother looks down at the sleeping child Your name is Mary, you shall do wonders. Years later Mary sits on her bed Her eyes alight with her tales of love In her hand her first novel, Dedicated to the memory of her mother and loved, This story is the ultimate dream, This poem a tale of her life Mary became the first female president Stopped wars and saved the world.

Headline by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Headline

You drive me round the bend my blood Rushes to my head and flows Through my nose, puddles on the floor My head hits the windscreen I feel It shatter as I go through I land A blithering heap twenty foot away The impact knocked me through the roof. So this, this is my deathbed This cold gravel, any other road. My life flashes before my eyes The same as any other, even my death Will not make the front page. I only wanted to make my life The baby kicks me one last time, Then falls silent, I know she’s’ dead. The records will show the list of bodies, A boy, two girls and then in small print The finally line, heart-wren

untitled song by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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untitled song

Teardrops fall like glowing crystals, As onstage a play unfolds. A wedding scene, this was to be his moment Second in the spotlight, the lines are his And his alone, the play draws to a close One of the students comes to the microphone, ‘David should have been here today, These words were his, came from him He could have done it so much better than me.’ The act finishes, the students walk off A single girl steps on stage, picks up the mike Begins to sing and her voice Echo’s Around the crowded hall. She sings Of a friend who is no more A brother less sisters love And finally of the dreams that develop through

Year After Broken Year by akasha-lauriayla, literature

Photograph by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Photograph

Your smiling face shimmers above me I smile too, and my hand reaches forward Tries, to touch your face but passes through. What so is this feeling Not resentment for though my heart cries out There is bitter contentment in your presence That knowledge that you have come to visit In this my hour of desperate need. I look down at the resting child No longer a child, four long years ago now That I held her in my arms to comfort her, Pressed my wrinkled lips against the purple bruise Growing quickly on her left temple. I never knew how it was formed and yet, She was my world, my sweet and joyful And I long desperately to hold her o

Brotherhood by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Brotherhood

Small, long hair, entirely beautiful In his young age. This boy is my life The force that keeps me going Four long months, my boyfriend. But there, on the horizon, so you see him? Tall, the metal in his teeth glittering, As he smiles at me, heart batters in my chest, Fifteen years old, he drives me mad The ultimate question, to make the choice, My boyfriend to whom I owe everything, And through the two and a half years love Our age difference niggles at the back of my mind. Or his brother, aforementioned tall with braces, Two months my elder, I’ve known him longer We sit, chat and joke around, our friendship fact of life

Being Eleven by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Being Eleven

You taught me all I know, All I love, all I fear. You taught me to say no to drugs, You told me that I would become All I wanted all I dreamed My mentor always, my grandfather. I watched as the hearse passed before me 'Bob's body is in that box Oh my god he can't breath' Simple words, thoughts of a child So basic, and yet So filled with pain. Lack of understanding, this dreadful truth In comprehensible, hold onto fairytales Better to live in, lack of truth Angels in this lifetime love Like I feel for you grandfather Recollections of being eleven.

Mementos by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Mementos

In the bag the poetry, Folourn and lonely, Remnence of a forgotten time when She would write to hide her sorrows Emotions pour into year old words. She hasn't needed them for a while now, They sit, slowly gathering dust until Lights blind them, colours unfold and Loving hands caress each page, Reliving those moments happy and sad. And then, fingers shaking, The page is turned and a new poem Slides into its place beside the others. The poetry sighs, understanding these new words And finds simple contentment that it is not forgotten Nor left to rot, just saved For a lonely day and the need of comfort. The poetry knows its purp

Next Morning by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Next Morning

OUr lips meet, a half second Moment of Bliss and I, I hope taht i've don the right thing. No wish to push you, our loves means more than life itself. And i know that i will be awake all night Remembering that split second, How will it effect my life. The next morning, come to school. Homework to do, there was other things on my mind Last night, My mind was worrying. Wil you hate me? Have i ruined al lwe had. But you queeze my hand, look into my eyes, And i realise, now i know. I love you. Its all okay.

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in my heart forever by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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in my heart forever

You were my heart and my soul, But now you are gone. You were my joy and salvation, But now you are nothing. Look deep inside me, To find where you belong. Deep in my heart, you deleted all the wrong. Like a typist deletes mistakes on paper, So you deleted the bad in my life. And yet you found time in your life, For a small and insignificant girl. You found time for me. Now you’re gone, My life is ended. Everything good is now no more, Everything bad has stayed for sure. Look deep inside me, into my heart. To find your final, resting-place Carved in my memory forever, your face. Never forgotten, always forever. Your

Pounding. by akasha-lauriayla, literature

Firsts And Lasts by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Firsts And Lasts

They say you never forget your first The feeling that someone other than family loves you Or maybe not love, love is too strong a word. But theres something special about the first. Maybe its different for a boy, maybe the love just disapears. I wouldn't know but if it didn't. Would there ever be a sense of first and last Would the heartbreak last so long., And would emerge from mists so deep. The slappers adn whores of women today. Maybe, just maybe, in all that is good. We could experience less firsts and lasts The person from last week who has no name. Maybe if there were no firsts or lasts, Then maybe love would be forever

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Let the moons shine by fearisreal, literature

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Let the moons shine

lying in the cold hill side, watching the lake move, watching the stars twinkle and the moon shine, silver slivers pass before stars, glossy and smooth makes me remember when your eyes looked into mine. the twinkle in your eyes i have yet to find in another, the moons in your eyes the stars and the suns, the mini universe didnt come from your father or mother, but its there, no one else has it, and without any puns your face is my world, your eyes my universe. i remeber lying here before we went out, you stayed with my sister, her best friend, the frost was crunched by converse, and a face eclipsed the sky and my heart dismayed,

My Cold Room by fearisreal, literature

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My Cold Room

After a day of school, I come back at night, tired yet happy in my own little way, walk into my cold little room where there is no light. I remember back to when you could and wanted to stay. My room was warm because you were there, it was bright because of your smiles, no more, alas in love and war all is fair, the warmth has gone now, as have you. Miles away another man is bathed in light and heat while i crawl into bed and freeze to sleep. Lying here, alone and cold in the dark beneath my sheet, there is one thing I keep in sleep so deep; the memory of when my room was neither dark nor cold, but to make it real again, id pay m

Whatever by mygateisdown, literature

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Whatever

Random Verses: Slacking off on the back of a classroom Getting harrased 'till late mid-after Noon, I'm gone, let me move on Before I think I'm not foregone. All say hail to the conquering hero, Push to the back that worthless zero Wait for the time, we make up a rhyme and Sing all the stupid pain away. Standing on top with of the holy game, Find the faultless, lay them to the flame. It's fun, and you aren't done, Don't see the war, but it's begun. Take up your arms and take back the power. Leave your regrets for the final hour. Now is the day, it's our turn to play and we're going to stay 'till we are bored. Chorus: Here i

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Mementos by akasha-lauriayla, literature

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Ireland
Deviant for 18 years
www.fictionpress.com/~akashalauriayla
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Current Residence: Cork
Favourite genre of music: Oldie rock,rock which still holds oldie style
Favourite style of art: death poetry count?
Operating System: school PC's mostly
MP3 player of choice: Dont have one,cant say
Wallpaper of choice: a photo of Nightwish
Favourite cartoon character: God,too many, probaby Chrono from Chrono Chronicals
Personal Quote: To the world you are just one person,but to one person you could be the world

Favourite Visual Artist

Marie mcgreggor, ma auntie

Favourite Movies

Interview with the vampire, Lord Of The Rings, anything by Michael Moore cause that mans a hero

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Hard Q.White stripes,pogues,guns n roses,green day etc

Favourite Writers

Satis for poetry,Christopher Paolini, Darren Shan,Phillip Pullman,JK Rowling,Kate Thompson etc books

Favourite Games

Final Fantacy X, beautiful Storyline

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2 or PC i guess

Tools of the Trade

My PC,the school internet,and the death of one of my closest friends (RIP Matty Barnwell)

Other Interests

Reading,writing (fanfic and death poetry),listening to music,hugging people ^o^

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akasha-lauriayla

Dec 1, 2008

MOVED

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EVERYTHING HAS BEEN MOVED TO samjo27 (https://www.deviantart.com/samjo27) ACC... I WANA DELETE BUT THEY WONT LET ME.

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akasha-lauriayla

May 24, 2006

Goodbye old, hello new

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so hey everyone, this is the last post i'm going to send from this account, you can now find me under the name samhus... because i finally got my guts together and deleted akasha from my life. this account will stay here, but i'm going to put the link to my new account up in this journal so you can all just go straight there. so yup yup, this is goodbye love as allways sami-chan ----------------------------------------------------------- my new account (i know its the same avatar, don't yell at me!) ~Samhus (https://www.deviantart.com/samhus) my friends and clubs: :iconmickymouse2: :iconbayleef-: :icondarrenshanclub: :iconeire:

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akasha-lauriayla

May 3, 2006

goodbye Akasha

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i originally posted this blog yesterday on Myspace, and it was going to go here but i ran out of time. so i copied and pasted, and here we are, the ways i'm really feeling. the truth about me. the end of an era. the end of who i was for so long. basically, well, how to say this, i'm loosing myself. or if not myself, i'm loosing that part of me that once was, the beauty of me that was Akasha Lauriayla. because i realised, probably recently enough, that she's taken over my life, that even though i loved her at first, what was should stay in the past. after all, she came at the wrong time for me, she came when i needed an escape rout. and now i

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akasha-lauriayla

Oct 16, 2008

hey you left yourself logged into a computer in st.johns, lucky im a dev too and i wont/didnt mess with anything on your account

im =RAINBIRD btw

just remember to log out in future k

and always look both ways before makeing a sandwitch -logs out-

mygateisdown

Aug 25, 2006

Hey, thanks for the fave! It was a long time ago, but I don't really get on that often T_T. I like your stuff though, especially Pounding (short, but good).

Samhus

May 31, 2008

thanks i guess. this is akasha-lauriayla here btw, using my new account, which, incidentally, has been in use for well over a year lol... check out my new stuff on there for better stuff, and more of what i'm really writing.

mickymouse2

Mar 16, 2006

DA ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cool pics,cool peoples and good but somtimes stange opions.
any opions on the meaning of life?

d4rkdr34mer

Mar 15, 2006

Nice to see you on DA.

fearisreal

Oct 9, 2005

its not looking for it. its simply swapping a life, for a life. who knows? maybe the kid would grow up to cure cancer, if he hadnt been hit by the car. if i could, i would swap my soul for even a strangers departed. so that another person can have a chance at life. are you gonna call that seeking death? i would simply make a pact with death, everyone gets life everlasting while i bow and take my leave. would if i could. but cant, so its just empty wishes. well i can die but for nothing as noble as that. basically consider this;

if the entire population got some seemingly incurable desease and everyone was told, you have a week to live. now the cure was found, in the heart of a young girl. to save humanity you must kill one little girl. would you do it? would you wish you could swap places with that girl? do you think the rest of the world would think the same?

fearisreal

Oct 9, 2005

you know, if there is, id like to swap places with him/her. if theres someone worse off than him/her i want to swat with that person. all the way down till im a one and a half year old that stumbles in front of a car and instead of seeing life flash before his/her eyes he/she just feels enevitablilty sinking its grim claws into him/her and smashing him/her of the pavement. oh how id love it.

anyway, ali g sucks, so do teletubbies and sponge bob the movie was a total let down. the series is better.