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I stumbled upon link a while yang lalu and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded komentar on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use lebih concrete gambar in her poetry to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope anda do not mind me using anda as an example. If anda do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Think anda got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets anda through the night
But deep downs inside anda know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what anda have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity

Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...
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posted by HaleyDewit
What’s wrong with me
I no longer seem to find a reason to be happy
Trying to hold back the tears searching their way to my cheeks
Swallowing the scream that’s trying to escape my throat
What wrong with me
Wallowing myself in the darkness that’s consuming me
Hoping there’ll be a hari where I can see things clear
Hoping one hari I’ll find my way back home

You better run, run, run, rus as fast as anda can
Before I drag anda down

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg anda nice from my knees
Take away this agony
I’m a wreck
‘Cause since you’re...
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This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the selanjutnya two later.

(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can anda not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are anda talking to yourself atau something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)
posted by mitchie19
10. M A K E I T H A P P E N

“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...
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 Envelope with the royal segel
Envelope with the royal seal
oleh Nicole Levy

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. membaca the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an malaikat dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her jantung is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes diberikan up on her halo,
shes diberikan up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what...
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I look back on all those memories,
and wonder, what did this all mean to me?
i new there where feelings,
i loved you!
i loved you!
i cant deny that i didn't,
but now i think back and once again wonder,
what is it that i fell for,
your controlling,
your exhausting,
i cant trust you,
i cant be around my own friends,
guys atau girls,
you just don't let,
Ive finally come to realize,
that none of this is my fault,
it wasn't me who tore the hearts,
it was you,
your ripped,
you tore,
you broke,
you yelled,
and anda screamed,
you caused me all of this misery,
you brought these scars upon my wrists,
and anda punched the hole in...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the mawar that where once red,
They became this Black when my jantung bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my jantung follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart

Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful anda are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip

i hpoe anda like them (:
I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.

For my Creative menulis Class

The Faith Healer

He berkata to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her...
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posted by HaleyDewit
This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all anda can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But anda got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
You claim to be
You wouldn’t talk third
person singular...
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posted by HaleyDewit
I might be addicted to you
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless

So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted

I’m digging myself a grave
Will anda push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought anda would leave me behind
So anda can save your breath
I’m already death

Do anda ever think about me
When anda reminisce about the times that have been
Do you...
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posted by emmyliz11
pain fills my jantung and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed oleh the hand and pulled out oleh a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb oleh limb, every string of my jantung played oleh the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, atau so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion anda can't replace and I faced it everyday atau so for a tahun and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my jantung and soul that anda will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
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Whatever anda do, don't end up like me.

Whenever someone asks if anda believe in ghosts, anda need to say no. Just say absolutely, positively, without a doubt that there is no way that ghosts exist. Don't even entertain the thought, as intriguing as it might seem. It is just not worth it.

Ghosts are not polite, they don't care, they don't play fair and they will tear your life up. Believe me.


Realize that delving into the unknown comes with a price. It isn't a nice little free ride atau something fun to do, getting all scared and the like—although it may seem like that. But once anda get too...
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