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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 lovedeath26
Lovedeath26

Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...

Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...

She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...

Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing...
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I’m standing up.
My eyes at shut.
Darkness is around me.
I can feel that their is some one in front of me.
I can feel their breath on me.
I’m afraid to open my eyes.
I can feel their eyes looking in to my soul
I’m afraid of what they will see.
My darkness, my hope, my dreams, my fear, every thing that makes me me.
I open my eyes and I’m looking in the mirror.
I’m afraid of myself.
Is life worth living if te are your own enemy.
I fight with my self every giorno and I all ways lose.
I come home bleeding and thinking of death.
I cant wait to death comes and gets me Ill greet it with open arms.
In to then ill just have to hope
posted by Brown_x_Eyes
Words of Hope
One night on graveyard of the angels, I was walking,
that night I saw an angel, saw her crying,
her wings broken, torn, hurt, she was dying...

Angel, such an beauty, fallen from the heavens garden,
I watched her soul escape in the little tears,
to see her there, so deadly wounded, it was burden,
she was lost, fallen, dying, filled with fears...

She was lying on the cold white marble plate,
to help her I tried, but I was too late,
in the pool of blood, to die, was her fate...

Angel stared me, I heard her silent cries,
pale little form on pool of so red blood,
angel, so fragile thing with beautiful eyes,
in rage I cried, successivo who dies will be god...

I took Angel on my arms, kissed, loved, hold her near,
gave my warmth, words of hope I whispered in her ear,
god will pay for this crime, my love, do not fear...

I see mirrors of madness..
When te think that everything is wrong,
and it’s like you’ll never stop the rain.
te won’t be waiting too long,
Cause I’ll come and stop the pain!

Then when everything is right ,
I’ll be close, te know.
And te will shine bright,
Cause we’ll be together forever and now!

I’ll always be with you-day and night.
te never will be alone,
I’ll hold te tight.
Cause you’re the One!

So is it too obvious that I want you,
Cause I can’t stop that!
Is it too obvious that I Amore you,
Cause I can’t hide that!

I want te and I Amore you,
I will repeat that hundred and one times.
Because honestly without you,
I’m simply just a mess
posted by me_who_else
I don't want
Want to Amore him
No not anmore
But I just Can't stop loving him
Even thought it's over
And he has moved on
And so have I
I con't stop loving him
I know he doesn't
No he don't Amore me no more
I only wish I could stop
He is the one for me
I can fell it deep inside me
But he can't feel it
He feels it with someone else
But I can't seem to findsomeone
No I can't find someone else
Someone I Amore as much as him
I have searched at all ends of the earth
There just isn't anyone there for me
I know he is the one
But he knows she is the one
I don't know why
Why he can't fell the same about me
It's just not going...
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posted by TwilighterSabby
~Why?

I wave in front of them.
Why don't they see me?
“I'm here!” I say.
Why don't they hear me?
They put their hands out to me, but touch air.
Why can't they feel me?
Why do I feel this way?
Neglected.
Betrayed.
Why...?

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~Mother to Son (for the movie "Changelings")

I miss you.
Where did te go?
te were in a arms just a few hours ago.
What am I to do?

The man has been punished
For what he did to you.
But yet, I wait,
When I know te will never show.

But remember,
No matter where te are,
I will Amore te Walter.
Forever.

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~Days

Days are young,

but never end.

Tomorrow comes,

but never decends


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~Who Am I?

Prevented to do

What I want to do.

Prevented to say

What I want to say.

Prevented to be

What I want to be.

Who Am I?
I felt uncomfortable as I rode da on my Suzuki GSX 1300 R Hayabusa 2008 because I heard whispers from the guys start up and I got stared at da many people in the parking lot, basically all except for five people who only glanced in my direction once then went back to talking amoungst them selves. I could tell that they knew what I was immedtiately.
I had blocked my mind from the mind-reader, that was infact a student here, because I like my mind to be as private as possible. I could tell that they all asked him the same domanda in their own minds, "What is she thinking". All he did was shake...
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posted by rpattz_21
A little dandelion sits alone.
Very lonely she is.
She wishes for new Friends to play with.
All thriugh summer she hears the trees.
She wishes they were nicer.
Oh but they are to wise to speak to a flower.
She longed for a field of her kind.
She dreamed of this field.
A magical fiore kingdom.
Where fiori sparkled and bloomed.
When she awoke she was sad.
The sparkling fiori were gone.
One giorno a girl smelled of her.
It made her feel special.
She loved to make people smile.
That was her beloved gift.
The girl visited her each day.
Giving her water.
She listened as the girl told her , her name.
Sunny she had said.
The little dandelion grew happy.
She had made a friend.
Happiness wasn't Friends of her kind.
It was the ones that cared.
She learned a big lesson that summer.
Friendship can come from anyone.
posted by rpattz_21
My only sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza haven has been taken.
To a land far away.
I may never see it again,
In giorno o 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 cuore 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 giorno climbing the Rocky Mountains in North America. Why? Hmph. Let’s just continue, shall we? I’m going to tell te 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 dato away.
Factories close their doors.
Homeless people here and their.
Gas prices rise each day,
Taking poor folks dough.
What più can we take.
Seeking help we chose him.
Obama, Obama can te help us.
We need te know più 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.
te promised us te 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.
mostra us te 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 te wanna hear
could te take it if i came clear?
o 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 Amore 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, o 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 te 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 te on, I'll even shed tear just because your gone. Inside I'm hurting and I know te 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 te successivo time.


HELP!! I don't know what to classify this as, a song o 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 Londra Eye, I fell in Amore 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 o 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 swing at any time.
    “One domanda Kyra, why is she here!” Marie asked pointing to Phoenix.
    “I should ask te 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 Arrow from her quiver in an easy, practiced motion.
Once her Arrow was fitted to her bow, Kyra spun around so fast that her hair slapped her face...
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