O Oracle! My Oracle!

O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the stead keel, the vessel grim and daring.

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

by Walt Whitman

6TeEn

It's not my lucky day, only coz I didnt make it! whose there to stop me? well... "me" "me" in my little "me world" doing all my "me" things ahh crap.... a little shouting does magic i feel better already, way to go "me"...

Well, ok, it’s a nice day The weather is absolutely beautiful I could either wreck it completely Or…. Well, “me” thinks it could be a nice day “Me” thinks I should let the harmonies do their magic “me” sometimes rockz

Depiction

I am nothing, but a mirror in your hands , reflecting what you show me, your emotions and you firmness ,
Hold me tight and i wont tremble out of your hand.
Hold me too tight, i might shatter, with scattered pieces of me and deep cuts left in your palms...
Reflect your light in to my heart.

I dont regret anything.... it's just that I dont like to be the second player waiting for someone else's moves!

It's nice to see a pair of lips smiling at you, right when you close your eyes, even though you don't even know who they belong to!

angels? yeah, I'd like them in any condition

where's my shooting star? I have a really important wish , one shooting star please! make it fast!