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posted by BookWriter
What are best friends?
Are they always there for you?
Do they keep your secrets?
Do they hide from you?

Do they stay da your side?
o do they trash te to your enemies?
Do they comfort te in tough times?
o do they make fun of you?

I don't know what a best friend is
because I thought I had one
But, It turns out
She makes me feel like a fool.

I defended her in school
When everyone else made fun.
I hung out with her.
Even if it meant not being cool.

After everything I do
She ends up taking advantage of me.
Now, she barely confides in me
o even consider me a best friend.

She has kicked me out of her life.
Now I'm just another person that goes
to school with her.
She is liked at school now,
With Friends galore,
But, she has kicked out the one,
That loved her for her.

So, tell me,
Is this what "Best Friends" do?
I would rather not have one,
I wouldn't want to hurt you.
posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Okay i have no idea if this is good o not please commento and rate. It would mean alot to me. Hahahaha i'll probably end up becoming a fan of you. Anyway yes i don't care praise o critique either one I'll have lol.
Oh and if my poem is that bad that te can't understand its about a boy asking a girl out but she says no and now she's confused.

I sway where i stand
hating the giult and confusion running through me
The clouds avvolgere around the sun
leaving my mind in a black abyss of darkness.
My mind is confused,
why is this happening to me?
It is like someone picking a fiore bud
instead of the flourishing...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
From real to fake, we no longer know what to appreciate,
the Amore that our families give us, means nothing, our families, we no longer trust,
the friendships that we make, those we don't even appreciate,
we only wait for something extraordinary, something that we cannot explain,
but why wait, these things in life, we have to appreciate,
we're never going to get più than what we have, nor less,
but from what we have, we should feel blessed, not da the hands of god no, but da what te have
when tragedy strikes, don't feel that all hope is gone, because its never far away,
when te feel lost, don't convince...
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posted by Dearheart
Inspired da a prompt in the fanpop Writer's Group: "Write 20-40 lines about Amore without using the words love, passion, desire, favor, regard, heart, need, want o longing."

Love

Ours is not made of rose and candles
Or daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.
Ours is not spun of fairytale's flax
Or starry gazes to fix and hold.

For candlelight flickers and rose wither
And dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.

No.

Ours is the unromantic romance.

Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,
Covered in bruises and erba stains.

But
A soft and subtle warmth creeps in,
Slowly,
To temper the rough edges.

We ingoiare, inghiottire back fear...
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posted by fire_ice
What is the greatest baciare in the world to you? Is it the ol "let's just be friends" peck on the cheak, o maybe it's the "let's just finish this, I have places to see and people to do" kiss, it could be Mom's preferito baciare the "we'll finish this later" baciare o the one that my brother, Tyler gives his khloe eyed tamagotchi girlfriend, Misha.
I'm not exactly sure how to discibe this baciare to te and I can't guarenttee that what ever te have previously eaten wont decide to mostra itself again but I can tell te that I'm sick of sitting in the living room during one of their sucking face sessions....
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posted by crazyduds2
Running past my friends
Running down these halls
Running past my fam-il-y
Has worked upon them all
I wish te could see me now
(chorus)
Trying to be as good as I can
Trying to be what I am
Trying to be everything te told me 'bout
Trying to be a person in this random world we live in
Its hard its hard
I'm trying
Walking back from school
Walking back from class
Walking back from the su-per-mar-ket
Is better than I planned
I want te to see me now
(chorus)
Even though te never call
Even though te never email
I hope te can see me now
I hope te can see me now
te CAN SEE ME NOW!!!
(chorus)
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
I'm trying
Trying
Mirrors

I Looked into a mirror, expecting to see the dull reflection of me,
instead to my shock,
It wasn't my refezione that was staring back at me,
The light shining in the mirror reflected in my eyes,
The image o a horrific past played on the screen of the mirror,
Replaying all the memories that once haunted me,
this must be a dream,
but it seems so real,
i cant look at it for much longer,
i take one last glance, and run away in fear


i wrote this cause i walked passed a mirror, and i saw no refezione O.o

Beauty so Vain

there was this sudden beauty i saw in you,
it reflected in your eyes,
they where...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Save the Happy memories
A sadness washes over me,
overtaking the things that once made me happy,
Save them from this consuming sorrow,
save them from the consequences that are yet to follow,
save them from me,
save them from what i soon shall be,
Save them from these unholy measures,
Save them from satins pleasures,
Hear their pleas for help,
hear them, they cannot help themselves.
A Hazardous pain washes through my body,
Leaving my insides all bloody,
i am falling apart,
The memories are bleeding away fast,
save them from this torture,
for their is a happier future,
in due time it will come,
and then, the rain of sadness will be overwhelmed with the happiness that has overcome

i wrote this after i found out that my sleeping problems where getting worse.. and yuh.. its kinda horrid...
posted by _Blackhearts_xx
The hole in my Heart
i see no reason to continue living,
as it hurts when my cuore is beating,
this hole in my heart;its too deep,
i cry for help as i weep,
but nobody can hear,
please help me,
this pain,
is something i couldn't even imagine,
so many words left unsaid,
so many memories, torn to shreds,
my cuore slowly broke when i was with you,
these poems i wrote for you, i threw,
i found myself mourning for a Amore that was never there,
i found myself crying over a Amore that was always dead,
my heart,
oh save my bleeding heart,
as it broke when te declared that we should part,
and now it is weeping, as it...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
The hole in my cuore
i see no reason to continue living,
as it hurts when my cuore is beating,
this hole in my heart;its too deep,
i cry for help as i weep,
but nobody can hear,
please help me,
this pain,
is something i couldn't even imagine,
so many words left unsaid,
so many memories, torn to shreds,
my cuore slowly broke when i was with you,
these poems i wrote for you, i threw,
i found myself mourning for a Amore that was never there,
i found myself crying over a Amore that was always dead,
my heart,
oh save my bleeding heart,
as it broke when te declared that we should part,
and now it is weeping, as it...
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posted by appleco
part one





"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAmen" chanted the congration of the church. the church st paul grew silent and then stood up the priest dismissed them and bid them a good bye
"Father?" detto angalina
"yes Angalina?" ansered priest paul
"what is my chore for this evening Father?"
"i told te dear it is the sabbath we rest today tomarrow we do chores"

Angala went over to scarlet and told her the news scalet pointed out the fact that we never have had chores on the sabbath scarlet was 18 and angala was 8 scarlet was thinking about something for years she had never been like the other girls and boys she...
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posted by Edward_lover101
How did I get here?
where do I go from here,
How did I get here?
I thought I was in control, I though I knew where to go.
How did I get here
were did I go wrong?

I was in control before all this happend.
I was stupied to take those actions
i wish i could go back
but I can't change the past
how did I get here?

what path do I take, which is the right way.
i thought I knew where to go
but I ws wrong, where do I go now?
where do I go?

i was all alone with nowere to go.
It seemed like no one cared
I was in a dark place
but then I saw the light.

How did I get here?
what have I done to myself?
why did I do this
where do I go now

Who do I trust.
My parents o my freinds?
should I speek up,
o stay quite.
should I get help
o destroy my life.
How did I get here?


da Edward_lover101
posted by _Blackhearts_xx
deadly Stares
we watch as days fall apart,
we watch as the innocent soul of a broken cuore continues on its path,
we watch as two innamorati part,
we watch as the memories they shared together are torn up,
we watch as their hearts freeze at that very moment their eyes turn to the dead of the night,

we see the days turning to nights,
we see the innocence in a heart-broken souls fights,
we see the sorrows in a couple turning to burnt out lights,
we see the loved memories disappear into the consuming darkness of the night,
we see the misery in a lonely souls life,

our eyes focus on the dead of the day,
our eyes focus on the souls left to the undiscovered innocence of their time astray,
out eyes focus on the penetrating sorrows of the one te Amore pushing te away,
our eyes focus on the precious memories that are left for delay,
our eyes focus on the grief in the unloved's misguiding pathway;
why cant we look away?
is there such thing as enjoying their pain?
love
Love is like a rose,
it starts as a seed and then it grows,
but sometimes the rose falls apart,
and the Amore begins to melt inside your heart,
The longer te leave it to shed,
the più the colour of your cuore changes from red,
It melts into the colour of sorrow,
and te begin to wish that there'll be no tomorrow,
You took this blooded knife,
and ended your life; was he really worth it

like a rose, i blossom to fall apart and die

Torn apart da shards of broken glass

bleeding cuore
My whole world is falling apart,
as i try to mend this broken heart,
but every peice i seem to pick up,
seems to fall...
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posted by Edward_lover101
I set alone in this room.
hopeing that someone will find me.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about all the people that I have hurt.
I set alone in this room,
thinking about what I have done.
What will I do next?
Will they ever let me out!


I've been sitting here for years,
waiting on the people who still Amore me.
I'm waiting for one special person,
the person that I love.
But dose he still loved me?
Will he ever forgive me?

If I had a chace,
to meke things right.
I would go back in time,
and say I'm sorry for what I've done.
Can te ever forgive me,
I know that te trusted me.
I took advange of you.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
posted by rpattz_21
They've always detto Amore is out there,
But I haven't found it.
I've let my cuore searxh,
And be broken into millions of peices.
Its finally begun to heal.
To let someone in again.
Its the hardest thing to do.
As to my beloved, there is no clue.
Where is he, invisible to me.
I ask for a soul mate.
My true half.
that will truly Amore me.
Till the giorno I die.
It is possible,
That its a hoax.
I cannot find him.
Put the spotlight out there.
mostra me the way.
To the guy that can unlock my heart.
Without crushing it.
I know your there.
Always in the shadows.
Waiting for mr to find you.
I will never stop looking.
My dearly beloved one......
posted by appleco
Math Story
By: Zmira

Suzie blows of 20 bucks of her 40 bucks she got for her birthday for a brand new dress for the school disco dance. The dress was a big obnoxious dress it was bright yellow rosa and green she really wanted to get her hair done for the disco dance but she knew it would cost her money so… she asked her mom if she could loan her some money her mom did and reached into her borsa and pulled out $20 but instead of getting her hair done she asks her friend to do her hair so she could keep her moms $20 the night of the disco dance Suzie went over to her friend lianas house to do...
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posted by appleco
Amy, Tom, And The Storm



Amy and Tom were running to their house trying to fight the storm when they got to the spiaggia they saw jellyfish as far as their eyes could see
”We have to help those gelatina fish”
detto Tom
“But we have to get home”
detto Amy as the storm grew louder Tom jumped over the rocks and landed on the wet gooey sand he started throwing jellyfish back into the ocean (aware of the fact that he could be stung) Amy joined him then a voice came it was their mother
“stop playing with gelatina pesce and get inside before te get sick”
“ no we are helping the jellyfish “ detto Amy
“you can’t make a difference there are hundreds if not thousands of gelatina pesce here”
“yes but I can make a difference to this one and this one” detto Tom throwing the pesce harder and faster than before.
posted by _Blackhearts_xx
M A D E T O B E B R O K E N

I feel torn,
the man i loved is forever gone,
with this single teardrop,
i will mourn;
the death of our love,
the Amore that i now feel was always gone,
but surely this is wrong?
he detto he'd protect me for he was strong,
he detto he'd comfort me, those conversations where never long,
he detto he'd Amore me, that his Amore for me was strong,
but now i say he was wrong,
his Amore for me was never strong,
it has always been gone,
i was his rebound
when one feels unloved,
they turn to those who are fucked up,
i guess that was me,
for te see,
i was in Amore until he kissed me,
i had another man and his Amore was true,
but i dumped him, just for another who never meant it when he detto " i Amore you",
how could i have been so stupid,
i guess now i believe that this is the work of cupid,
he struck me with his bow an arrow,
and led me spiraling into this sorrow,
Amore is blind, and is never kind
posted by rpattz_21
Ever since I picked up a pencil,
I wrote down my thoughts.
People read them,
Compliment me on my work.
To me they were just words.
I've never acknowledged the gift,
God has dato me.
I use it each giorno in everything I do.
Today its the most important thing.
poesia is art in written form.
Can an artist write a poem,
Can a poetist draw a picture.
Most of the time the answer is no.
te are only dato one gift.
There is no choice.
I wouldn't trade it for the other.
All I need is a peice of paper,
And a Scrivere utensil.
Without these tools I would be nothing.
I'm a writer in the soul..
posted by Milah
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

"You, sent out beyond your recall. Go to the limits of your longing. Embody me.

Flare up like flame,
and make big shadows I can sposta in.

Let everything happen to you:beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life. te will know it da it's seriousness.

Give me your hand."