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posted by June4
A год назад in my calculation,
A год ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.


Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.


Любовь isn’t a toy and never was.
Любовь is what Ты cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Письмо I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two минуты ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the вверх of a gargoyle wearing a white рубашка with a black пальто over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up Ты saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As Ты closed in on the man’s face Ты saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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Эй, guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem Письмо path. Well hope Ты like it, and please, if possible, add a Комментарий saying what Ты think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants Ты to do something,
или be something
That sometimes Ты don’t want to be?

They are those!
Ты know them!
Ты probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect Ты to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты don’t want to take.

They are those who expect Ты to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
Ты prefer to be small and humble.

But do Ты think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since Ты were born,
Came up with a path for Ты in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer или strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. Ты only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives Ты insane, Ты try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and Ты got hurt every time, yeah Ты still in pain,
and it ain't the same, Ты all tense around them,
and еще anger do Ты gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and Ты sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black недоуздок, бретель через шею neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork by me
Artwork by me
Who are Ты to judge?
Sitting right where Ты are
Ты have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты are nothing to me
No matter how Ты try

What do Ты care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
Ты don't know me
No matter how Ты try

Why are Ты here?
Ты know I don't want you
I told Ты to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
Ты can't mold me
No matter how Ты try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
posted by Epismatic
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved by any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind или fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

или accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will Ты take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop Пение of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even by taking one step forward,

by placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

Ты will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to Ты as Ты rise from the lake. Ты get the sense that the water should be clearer. Ты don’t dwell on it though, distracted by your own hair. Ты don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. Ты don’t realize that Ты are topless until your hair settles against your back. But Ты are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, Ты can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling Ты this way. If Ты could see behind you, Ты would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating сердце that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating сердце full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of горький regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique by Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the Название I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 год old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 год old girl living...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of Золото adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would Ты be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would Ты be able to do if Письмо fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would Ты do if it's illegal to do a cover of your Избранное song on YouTube? What would Ты do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would Ты do if SOPA/TPP wins the war and takes away internet freedom? Net Neutrality is already dead so far, we can't risk the freedom of internet...
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posted by ilu_rayray
 Liyah (me)
Liyah (me)
Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but Ты can call me liyah for short. I sing and im a backup dancer for mindless behavior with my two besties Alexus and Jasmine. I feel torn that prod left but ayyee Nobody knows this but i kinda like луч, рэй idk what it feels like to like someone bcus my dad always abused me and i never liked boys ever since but the past is gone and im living the life out in L.A.

Alexus pov
Hello im alexus but i perfer u call me lexi. I live with my sister жасмин and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...
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November 5th 9,999,980 BC 6:01 A.M.
Mist wanders down a small deer trail through the woods. He pulls himself up onto a glistening дерево branch. He sees a small girl huddled on the ground. He jumps down and slowly approaches her.
He draws an arrow. The girl turns around.
'Who are you?' asks Mist.
'I am Amirell, daughter of Amerith,' she says. 'Now tell me, who are you?'
'I am Mist, son of Karellcia.' he says.
'I could help you,' says Amirell. 'I have Еда and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find Еда out here. If I killed...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a день dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.

Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 год old was Письмо a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are Ты doing here?," she asked. "I Любовь the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner Ты guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film by EmilyMJFan910.

Sapphire was a normal girl. She was very happy with her life and saw herself as lucky. But she had one very special trait.
Sapphire loved to daydream.
She daydreamed every day, all день long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One минута she was a mermaid, another she was a princess. One she was a celebrity, the other she was an adventurous horse rider. But sometimes, when Sapphire was dwelling in the deepest of her daydreams, she would get carried away, causing...
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I had a friend, she lived in the north of China, her name was Chie. Chie was only 12 years old when she died!

It happend a few years ago, Chie and her family were going to mass on a Sunday, it was supposed to be just like any normal Sunday for her. Her and the rest of her family would get ready for mass and when they got Главная they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that день the authorities surrounded the church, held the priest under house arrest, and all the people in the church were shot dead!

The priest...
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CHAPTER EIGHT:
OCTOBER 29, 1995:
I wake up around 7:20, horrified at how long I have slept. I have not thought about that night in ages, an am absolutely horrified by what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have еще pressing matters to attend to. I need to find out the reason behind the flashes I had the night I arrived. It has never happened before, and I wonder who it is that I saw lying dead on the ground during the last flash. I change once more, and remember I do not have my car. I phone Harold and he agrees to pick me up. As I wait for him,...
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