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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
________________________________


***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
___________________________
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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“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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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.
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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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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posted by fanfly
 Artwork da me
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.
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 da any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind o fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

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

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

Stop Canto of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even da taking one step forward,

da placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

te will realize the cage has already been broken.
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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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,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique da Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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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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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...
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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 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...
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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 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...
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posted by jeweleryfan11
About:
Once i was having a giorno 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 anno old was Scrivere a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are te doing here?," she asked. "I Amore 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 te guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
posted by EmilyMJFan910
Based on a short film da 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 giorno long. She dreamed about flying! Romance! Animals! Anything and everything. But mostly, she dreamed about changing into someone different. One minuto 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 home they would start to prepare lunch.
Little did they know that they would never sit down to have lunch together again!

Because on that giorno 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 da what would happen next, but that story will be for another time. I know. Right now I have più 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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This is a Fiction Story I wrote EXCLUSIVELY for Fanpop. Please see what te think of it.

In a somewhat large village not too far out in the country, the sun was blazing its hottest near a great forest. Luckily, in the forest it was cool, for the trees housed everything and blocked out the heat. But the trees also housed life. Animals.
A mother dog.
The Border collie had been stray all her life, yet she was healthy and happy living in the forest. She rolled onto her back to see the magical view of sunlight peering through the treetops, much to the dismay of her newborn litter. She sensed this and...
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te may not know me but I know you. Your the one with a family who loves you, with a friend who actually Accepts you, the person who has the normal life. My name is Rebecca, I'm the girl who all her "friends" ignore her, the girl who gets beaten da her father. The one who thinks the world hates her. And everyday i wonder if someone would help me but no one ever does. This is my Diary, read on if tragedy Appeals to your sence of mind i guess.


February 1st 1978
Dear diary,
is there anyone out there? Anyone who truly understands? Everyone says Being Alive is better then dead, but why do people say...
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