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posted by rpattz_21
My only aman, brankas haven has been taken.
To a land far away.
I may never see it again,
In hari atau even night.
My soul has died today.
Is there any way out?
Behind the tears I am blinded.
My life is torn apart.
I must choose a road to go.
Stay quiet I must,
For no one can find out.
My secret is my nightmare.
There is no way to wake up.
I must walk around living a lie.
My family prays each day,
That someone will come for me.
I'm being pushed away from my friend,
My sister in mind is gone.
I need her to live, to breath where is she?
She fights for me, but there is no hope.
She is gone forever torn from me.
Her jantung still beats but she can not speak to me.
I mourn for her desperatly.
The light is dimming,
Blackness is trying to take over.
My life is ending.............
posted by Bond_Of_Fury
- prologue -

“Hello, everyone. My name is Seth. I spend my hari climbing the Rocky Mountains in North America. Why? Hmph. Let’s just continue, shall we? I’m going to tell anda a story about a heroine. One day, I looked up to Mt. Elbert; the biggest baddie of all. During the heavy climb in the fresh, loose snow, I heard a thud, like something fell from a great heigth in a big pile of powder snow. I went over and searched for whatever I might’ve heard. Guess what? It was a girl. She had beautiful silver hair, which sparkled in the sunlight. Lying motionless in the cold snow, she looked at...
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posted by rpattz_21
Times are rough.
People without homes,
Sleeping in cars.
The economy is in its worst hour.
Many soldiers die a day.
Fighting a battle that has no hope.
Families are taken away.
In seek of better homes.
Hard times are present.
Jobs being diberikan away.
Factories close their doors.
Homeless people here and their.
Gas prices rise each day,
Taking poor folks dough.
What lebih can we take.
Seeking help we chose him.
Obama, Obama can anda help us.
We need anda know lebih than ever.
Change the economy, save the day.
For your our only hope.
If there is hope at all.
Give us our jobs and our homes.
Help the homeless, save the chidren.
anda promised us anda would.
Don't go back on your word.
Stay true to the people.
Save us from Bush's mistake.
It's in your hands now.
tampil us anda wealthy enough to be our president.
posted by mk136207
i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid

i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter

yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what anda wanna hear
could anda take it if i came clear?
atau would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself
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Hello,

My name is morgan Brooke Smith, I'm a fiction writer, well I like to think of myself as that. I cinta to write, but not real things, fiction things, they can have some sort of realistic fortune behind them, but they arn't real. I'm a freshman in college. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. So there's my background check. But here is what my stories are about.

There is 4 seasons, 4 elements, and plenty of other things that come in 4's. One of those are, The Flirty Four. They've been friends since they we're born, atau at least that is their first memory.
Summer- She's about 5', blonde hair blue...
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posted by ggseason8
I'm tired of being your booty call, the one anda call when no one cares. I'm tired of feeling the way I feel, so I'm going to take my self out of the game and watch from the sidelines, cause whats the point in playing the game if your gonna loose like I do. I'll always be here to cheer anda on, I'll even shed tear just because your gone. Inside I'm hurting and I know anda are too, I'm sorry it had to end this way, but maybe in another life we could play the same game and win everytime, but for now all I'm going to say is bye, I'll see anda selanjutnya time.


HELP!! I don't know what to classify this as, a song atau a poem!!
posted by niceapril
Two months had passed and already, I was starting to see the other side of Bradley. He had proposed to me on my 26th birthday in a posh restaurant in Swindon. After talking to him on a dating site and meeting him at the london Eye, I fell in cinta with him instantly. We loved the same things. Emmerdale, Chris Brown and garlic bread. All that was going through my head was "This is fate!"
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself atau he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into...
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posted by Edward901
Kyra awoke to a loud bang at the door. She grabbed a hair tie right beside her bed. While she struggled to put her thick knotted hair into a bun there was another knock.
“ I’m coming!”
When she opened the door, her best friend Marie stood glaring at Phoenix, a new addition to her wide-and to some unbearable-group of friends. Phoenix stood with her hand in a fist towards Marie ready to ayunan at any time.
    “One pertanyaan Kyra, why is she here!” Marie asked pointing to Phoenix.
    “I should ask anda the same thing twinkle toes!” Phoenix retorted....
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posted by Edward901
The huntress ran hurriedly into the shadows under the moonlight in the country Andrexa, fearful the king might have seen her with the prince again. After all, he was engaged to another woman. lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear someone behind her.
    “Kyra.”
    Kyra turned around stealthily, her long, black hair never leaving her shoulders. As she turned, she grabbed her bow from her shoulder and an panah from her quiver in an easy, practiced motion.
Once her panah was fitted to her bow, Kyra spun around so fast that her hair slapped her face...
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posted by WritersMelody
She signed the note and placed it on her pillow. Everything was in order at last. Her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She had subtly berkata her good-byes and she had written the obligatory note explaining her actions. The girl smiled sadly as she glanced around the room, her eyes coming to rest on the teddy beruang that had slept oleh her side when she was younger.

Memories of happier days flooded her mind. Tears filled her eyes as scenes starring a radiant, untainted, younger version of herself played in her head. All that was gone now. The little girl her parents had been so proud of,...
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posted by Edward901
There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her jantung only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself oleh the shed blood of...
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posted by Cinders
Maybe It's Me

time is time is time is
it me?
i met
an item
far off in space
but it was not alien
not to me

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?
mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe it's me

is
it me?

i once met a baby minute
who grew into an hour
and before i knew it
it was a century

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?

ever stop and wonder
whether time created us
or we created time?

A Pirate's Life For Me

So I got good grades
And I went to college
Thought of finding a nice guy
And settling down
And getting a job to pay the bills
So I conformed

But what I really want
Is to win the lottery
And pindah to Florida where...
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posted by Edward901
here's another thing that i'm writing. it's not much and i might just keep it, but anda never know where imagination takes you.


The Start Has Ended, The End Has Only Started
    I'm not too sure how it felt. One menit I was in pain, and the selanjutnya I was floating. The jantung monitor stopped except for the beep that told them my jantung had stopped. Nurses ran into my room, my mom started crying on Dad's shoulder. One nurse tried to comfort my parents, for the last three days I'd had many close calls.
     None of it really mattered to me, I was free! Free from...
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I am sorry if this comes off as rude, arrogant, atau snobbish in anyway, but I feel it needs to be said, and as a writer, as a linguaphile, I feel it is my duty to say it.

I have compiled a daftar of things that I am tired of seeing in writers of any kind, but particularly young writers. It is not aimed atau directed at any one person, so no one should be offended. It is also not aimed at solely the fanpop community, but all those on the Interwebs who take up the pen (or in this hari and age, the keyboard). It is a sweeping generalization, but if anda feel anda are guilty of one atau all of the following...
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posted by fanpire101
i have always been good at writing, its my natural strength and my teachers had praised me for it, but one type of menulis i had never thought much about was poetry, it was "boring" then alittle over a tahun yang lalu my local perpustakaan had a poetry contest for teens and i decided to enter....didn't win, but that first sparked my cinta of menulis poetry. i cannot just sit down at a acak moment and start writing, if i do wat i produce is boring and dry, i can only write when i currently have a strong emotion about something, for example i often write after i have listened to music, watched movies, or...
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posted by mmmtasty
I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two atau three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...

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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small kantin, diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though...
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posted by musiclover57
Chapter One

Realization










    I lay there waiting for the realization to kick in. I thought, this can't be happing, at least not to me. I had always been a self centered person, never , even in preschool would I share my toys. I always got my way no matter what, because my parents had such great connections. But thats over now, they're dead.

     I am waiting for my friend, Maria to come pick me up. I think I will crash at her place for a while, till I figure out what is going to happen to me. I bet anda didn't know this but she has the cutest older brother,...
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