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Kohdee Jackson

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Moonlight and Shooting Stars. by fanboi89, literature

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Moonlight and Shooting Stars.

I only feel safe under the moonlight staring up at the stars thinking of you. Feeling your arms wrapped around me protectively. Letting the light shine on this moment of wishing. Looking back to stare at your face but, already knowing it wasnt real. Feeling the shadows take away the pain I feel. Staring back up at the sky waiting for a shooting star to wish on. Longing to dream of us to see your smiling face. Walking through the night looking through the darkness seeing its beauty. Without the night we'd never see the stars, to see the beauty of their glow. Feeling your shadow walk with me, you always find away to walk with me. Sitting under

The Past. by fanboi89, literature

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The Past.

The Past. I hear the sounds of our footsteps echoing in the halls, I hear our voices bouncing off the walls, I can see our silhouette walking past me. These things that use to be so close to me are now nothing but, echoes in my mind, just faded memories. I keep walking through our past knowing that when I get to the present I wont find anything worth hearing, or seeing. The lingering dread hangs over me. I know I cant stay here in the past forever but just one more step, just one more glance and maybe I could stay. I can hear them calling me, telling me to move on, that I need to get on with my life, but what do they know. They cant know the

The GoodBye Letter. by fanboi89, literature

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The GoodBye Letter.

The GoodBye Letter... As I sit alone I can hear my heartbeat in the background reminding me that our time is almost up. My tears stain your shirt. I wish that I could laugh with you one more time I wish that I could hold you in my arms but, to wake you would mean I would have to say goodbye and I dont know that I could do that. I couldnt stand to see the tears in your eyes, to see the saddness that this all brings. I want to remember your smiling face and seeing the love in your eyes. I hate that I got sick, I hate that I cant hold on much longer. I am glad though, that we got to meet and share our lives together no matter how short. I would

Was It Real? by fanboi89, literature

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Was It Real?

Was It Real?: The feeling of you in my arms and the way your half smile looked when I made you laugh are so hard to picture now. For the life of me I cant recall the color of your eyes, or the way you use to laugh. I cant even remember if you even said I love you. Its like everything that you did or everything we went through was just a dream something that I only imagined. That cant be can it? What we had was real wasnt it? You loved me didnt you? Or maybe I only fooled myself into seeing those things. Thats what it must be because if all that where true you would be here with me I know you would be. Because that is what people i

Unfinished. by fanboi89, literature

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Unfinished.

Unfinished: The unfinished memories, the unfinished days that have all but, left my memories. The things left unsaid, the silent screams that never left my lips, your eyes that never reach my own. The missing footsteps next to mine, the laughter that will never again reach my ears. Your silent stares that I will never again see. The touch of your skin against mine that I cant feel anymore. The whispers of your name behind my ears but nones there. The unfinished life we where suppost to share, your unfinished vows I will never hear. The unfinished letters that I cant send, the sorrys that are to late to say. The memories of you and me are

The Dream. by fanboi89, literature

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The Dream.

The Dream: In the back of my mind I can almost make out your face, I can almost touch you, if I listen hard enough I swear I can almost hear your voice, and sometimes I can almost say your name, but then I open my eyes and its not real anymore its just me alone in my bed dreaming of you again. These dreams are all I have of you and me, you are just a dream and thats the only place I can find what I long to have and hold. I walk the days in a haze not really there only half hearing, half speaking just waiting for night to come so I can escape from the loneliness and finally get back to where I can almost feel alive. Where I can almost believe

The Whispers and The Stares. by fanboi89, literature

My thoughts on love. by fanboi89, literature

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My thoughts on love.

Well as the title says this is about my thoughts on love. I think love is the greatest most suckest thing in the world and what I mean by that is love is great when you have it, but love sucks when you lose it. I have only had love once and it was the worst experience I had and I really wish I could go back and tell myself to just leave it alone. Because in the end it wasnt even worth the year and a half to get over. But, even though I had that bad experience I still crave love I need love. I the kind of guy that is a one man kind of guy I just want to find that one person and that is it. I dont want to go out with one dude for two weeks then

Only A Boy. Never A Man. by fanboi89, literature

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Only A Boy. Never A Man.

Only A Boy. Never A Man. My waiting for you has stopped today. Im tired of waiting for you to grow up. I cant take the stupid fights and late night sorrys. Its time for me to move on and find someone that can be the man I need them to be. All you where was a chore. Something I had to always clean up after. You where never the man you should have been. You where just the little boy I had to continue to watch. And Im done being the person that has to clean up after you. So go and find another maid because Im done. By:Cody Jackson. Amazing I know.

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Moonlight and Shooting Stars. by fanboi89, literature

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Moonlight and Shooting Stars.

The Past. by fanboi89, literature

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The Past.

The GoodBye Letter. by fanboi89, literature

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The GoodBye Letter.

Was It Real? by fanboi89, literature

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Was It Real?

Unfinished. by fanboi89, literature

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Unfinished.

The Dream. by fanboi89, literature

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The Dream.

The Whispers and The Stares. by fanboi89, literature

My thoughts on love. by fanboi89, literature

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My thoughts on love.

Only A Boy. Never A Man. by fanboi89, literature

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Only A Boy. Never A Man.

The Whispers And The Stares by fanboi89, literature

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United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: Cleveland Tx.
Favourite genre of music: all types
Favourite photographer: I dont really know who takes the photos
Favourite style of art: I dont know what that is Im more of a writer.
Operating System: Totally blank here.
MP3 player of choice: ipod.
Shell of choice: idk.
Wallpaper of choice: something awesome.
Skin of choice: something awesome.
Favourite cartoon character: Shuichi Shindou.
Personal Quote: Lifes too short to live the same day twice.

Favourite Visual Artist

i like alot of people.

Favourite Movies

Emperor's New Groove

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, and Kelly Clarkson

Favourite Writers

Alex Sanchez, Jk Rowling,Stephenie Meyers

Favourite Games

Kingdom hearts 1&2, Fatal Frame 2&3,Final Fantasy

Favourite Gaming Platform

All of them.

Tools of the Trade

pen and paper so I can write awesome stories or whatever.

Other Interests

boys. movies. photo. family. friends. outdoors. laughing. talking. writing. reading. music. life.

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fanboi89

Mar 1, 2008

The Flower.

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A lone flower blossoms in the thick of the forest where no one goes. Its a beautiful flower one that should be looked apon. But, as I said the flower bloomed in the thick of the forest where onone goes. It was a flower that stood out amongst all the others. It shine so brightly it put the sun to shame. But, after awhile the flower begins to wilt and slow it dies. No one ever got to see what  beauty that flower had. No one will ever know this flowers beauty. No one will ever get to see it shine on the forest floor. And as such how do we know this flower was beautiful if we never saw it? How can we admire something that we've

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Feb 23, 2008

the willow.

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The Darken Sky floats above me. The Rain falls apon my face. It washes away my hopes, my dreams. And leaves me with my fears, and self doubt. I walk somberingly under the blaken sky and wish the day would end, and the dread would leave. I finally sit beneath the willow. I close my eyes and darkness consumes me. I slowly slip away. I fade into the darkness. Then the end comes and my pain finally ends. Whoa. That is totally Depressing isnt it? Im soo good I scare myself. It just comes to me I love it. lol. Toodles, Cody ? you!!!

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Jun 1, 2007

The Things You do When Your Bored.

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So today I got really really bored so, under this bordomness I pretended I was in a war. Where I traveled through time, lost a flip-flop, fought many great battles, found the life source, and won an award. Over all it was a good day. I fought in a great war and survived I think I did pretty damn well if I do say so myself. bye, Cody kewlest person eva!!!