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Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, день and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real или just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Куклы can Переместить when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My постель, кровати becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't Ты hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have secrets that they won't unfurl
I am curious of Their World
I'm still young enough

They can be strange without a doubt
I try to prod those secrets out
But they won't tell what they're about
I'm not "old enough"

They just laugh and sometimes say,
"Little girl, be on your way
We'll tell Ты of Our World someday
...when you're old enough."

And yet sometimes they seem so stressed
Like a weight has squeezed and pressed
Sad and tired, needing rest -
Is that Old Enough?

They've just forgotten, I suppose
The way is not completely closed
And they'll come back someday, I know;
When they're Young Enough

Mommy, Daddy, I Любовь you
Don't be sad and don't feel blue
You'll return to My World, too
...when you're young enough.
posted by amoremusic
blessed
when i think about the things that God has blessed me with i get to excited to think that he has done all of these things for me and only me, so that the people around me can be blessed as well,

The things that i cherish the most is family and the impact that they have on me as a young woman, the Любовь that they Показать me everyday of my life, there is a quote that fits what i'm talking about and this is what it is:

"Family, they are the people who bring Ты up when Ты are down, they are the ones that Ты can turn to when life isn't going the way Ты want it to, they are there to comfort...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary недоуздок, бретель через шею вверх and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia сказал(-а) I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the кухня on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...
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posted by whitelion
your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name
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posted by ZekiYuro
Письмо and Дизайн have always been two passions of mine. When someone first approached me with a Письмо opportunity for their blog, I was shocked. It hadn’t crossed my mind for a moment that the two could be brought together harmoniously. I still remember Письмо that Статья and building my first brainstorm of topics. I found myself asking, "What makes a good article?"




But, to hell with good articles. Anyone can write a good article. I wanted something that would floor everyone–that would make everyone say, "Who the heck is this guy, and why haven’t I read his stuff before?"

I’m always...
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added by sideshowbobbart
Calling all writers!
Are Ты an artist with your words? Do Ты like to write? I know I do. "So Ты Think Ты Can Write" is a contest for people who would answer the same as me.

Basic Rules & Guidelines
1. Your entry MUST be Отправлено to this spot as an article. If it is entered in any other section it will NOT be accepted.

2. Your entry MUST be original/written by you. If anybody helped you, please credit them.

3. Your entry must be properly key-worded and titled.
a. A proper title: "[username here]'s SYTYCW Entry - [season and year] - [category/type of literature]"
ex. If I entered a poem,...
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If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would Ты do?

Would Ты cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
или go into silence until the very end...
Would Ты Любовь the ones Ты hate the most или be the person Ты hide?
Would Ты pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would Ты try and keep the sun from setting as your last день ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else Ты say as Ты close your eyes.
posted by Cinders
Exercise: Sleep Deprivation: 4:00AM Tuesday October 7, 2008*

The black spiders of mania are crawling over my brain, searching for a plump place to sink their pincers into. It’s been four days. I haven’t left the house for anything, not even a tuna sandwich. The Космос in my постель, кровати is empty, indented, as if something used to rest there, but I’m beginning to forget еще and еще what that may have been. Maybe it was a coffin, its contents shaken, risen, defeated, dazed, meandering around with its arms stretched out and a dull expression on its face as it mutters something indecipherable that...
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posted by t_direction
So, this is a kind of short story that I wrote one evening when I was just bored out of my mind. Please tell your opinion, feel free to criticize, it is much appreciated =)
Thanks ^_^



The voices buzzed inside my head, making me feel dizzy. I couldn't help but hold onto the постель, кровати post for support. In a state of exhaustion, I collapsed on the постель, кровати with a sigh. The voices never let me sleep. They were like many people were talking all at once, screaming all at once.

Madness, rage, worry, sadness were the emotions that those voices gave off. I couldn't understand a word of what the people were saying,...
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