Scrivere Article: The Poetic Works of C.M. Wishine

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posted by OneFoggyNight

(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two minuti so yeah they might not be that great...)

***You'll never be alone***

Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If te have Friends
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if te think te might die
If te have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if te have friends
You’ll never be alone
______________________________

***No Going Back***

Believe not this lie ive told
I am not who I’ve detto I am
Everyday I live in this disloyalty
Hurting everyone, especially me
Covered up so much am I
da this useless lie that’s mine
That it is as though I had disappeared
Into my very own self
Dispite all the chances I had
To recover what has been lost
I was always blind
But now I see my own truths
The only thing Ive ever known
Has been the pain that must be killed
The only chance I knew to save myself
Was something that would kill me soon
The one thing that could numb my pain
Made it worse everyday
Death would mostra at my doorstep
Before I had the chance to really live
There’s no going back
No going back
To the giorno that I began
To save me from what I am
There’s no più escape
In what I once found paradise
All that is found is più pain
Uncurable
te may not hear my screams
But they are there in between
Loud enough that I hear them
To quiet to be noticed
_____________________________

***The Good Times***

Good times always last
Good times never fade
Good times last forever
Never escaping even the farthest grasp
Good times are always there
Each of us knows
Good times are what counts
Never hold it back
Good times for each of us
Has a different meaning
But the concept is the same
Live, Love, and Laugh
When we’re Lost within dark sarrow
All that must be done
Have a good time
And you’ll live to see the end
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***At The End Of The Day***

At the end of the day
Everyday
I feel te looking at me
Watching out for me
Like I would do for you
And I know
I know
That it’s te who stands there
It’s te that I feel
And for once in my life
I know where I belong
And it’s in your mind
And in your arms, around me tight
We aren’t that far
From where we need to be
We’re almost there
In our private world
Amazing as it seems
There only seemed to be me
But now there’s you
Forever to be
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Hourglass - Chapter Four

posted by alicia386

Chapter Four

Olivia was extra busy today. Today was the first giorno of the movie shoot for Hourglass. Before they could even start recording the movie, the would have to check up on everything. The wardrobe had to perfect. The scenes had to be accurately planned out. Then they had to make sure that all of the camera crew was positioned. Olivia wouldn't be able to receive the permits until tomorrow. So they couldn't start filming until then. She followed closely behind Mason as he did the daily check up.

Mason went straight towards wardrobe and the outfit choices. The outfit for Charlotte's arrival...

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Remembering is Just an Invention of the Mind

posted by hgfan5602

Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So te need not try to remember something,
te remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that te could have.

The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.

te try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.

The good things, te try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.

Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.

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Executed Innocence

posted by Problematic129

*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went da and più pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust

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Be Proud, you're a Donkey! (A short story)

posted by sahour95

Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...

Childhood Friends, Adult Crush [01] (slash/boyxboy)

posted by Insight357

Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...

The apprentice

posted by Hades223

CHAPTER 1

Jason Card sat at his scrivania, reception in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least preferito subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the giorno and da that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals o something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his scrivania, reception and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen anno old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...

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the crystal night chapter 4!

posted by cullens-rule

Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if te knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, te know my name is Tom but my secondo name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be cuore braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...

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The Darkness (A Poem)

posted by sapherequeen

*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of Scrivere I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two minuti 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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Who Are The Real Monsters: Chapter 2 Hidden Creatures, Hidden Friends Part 4

posted by H-A-T-R-M

“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 superiore, in alto of a gargoyle wearing a white camicia with a black cappotto over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up te saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As te closed in on the man’s face te 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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Me and Those - Poem da Vitor Martins AKA Sephisis17

posted by Sephisis17

ciao 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 Scrivere path. Well hope te like it, and please, if possible, add a commento saying what te think.

Me and Those

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

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

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

But do te 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 te were born,
Came up with a path for te 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.

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Broken Dreams Chapter 32

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

She screams every time a police officer o 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. te only need to look at her...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 8

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 capestro, cavezza neck...

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I Am My Own Path ~ A Poem

posted by fanfly

Artwork by me

Who are te to judge?
Sitting right where te are
te have no claim on me

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

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

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

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

I am my own path
I know my own guide
te can't mold me
No matter how te 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.

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Slumber Of The Woodland (Part 4)

posted by zanhar1

Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to te as te rise from the lake. te get the sense that the water should be clearer. te don’t dwell on it though, distracted da your own hair. te 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. te don’t realize that te are topless until your hair settles against your back. But te are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, te can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling te this way. If te could see behind you, te would know that...

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The Ballad of Melancholy: Gray

posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE

It's gray. It's always been so gray.

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

The beating cuore full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of amaro 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,...

8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique da Jill Chamberlain

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My Life As A Doormat Part 1

posted by Tasfee

PART 1- LETS HAVE A RANT

Hi. So yeah, from the titolo I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 anno 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 anno old girl living...

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STOP TPP! COME ON! SIGN AND SPREAD THE WORD!

posted by MisterH

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THIS IS VERY URGENT AND NOT A JOKE! ALSO DON'T GOOF OFF!!!!

I really mean it! What would te be able to do if SOPA/TPP censors the internet? What would te be able to do if Scrivere fanfics and drawing fanarts become illegal? What would te do if it's illegal to do a cover of your preferito song on YouTube? What would te do if downloading things from the internet (music, movies, TV episodes, etc) became illegal? What would te 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...

Never Had Amore Like This

posted by ilu_rayray

Liyah (me)

Aliyah-Me(18)
Alexus(18)
Jasmine(18)
Prince(18)
Roc(18)
Ray(18)

My pov
Wassup im Aliyah but te 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 raggio, ray 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 gelsomino and bestie liyah in L.A me and my sister been through alot our parents...

The mirror of fate chapter three: Amirell

posted by misscrazel

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 albero 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 Cibo and water. if we rationed it we would have enough.'
'I shall not need a woman's help,' says Mist. 'tis easy to find Cibo out here. If I killed...