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posted by KatiiCullen94
my thoughts at the moment..

1.
i dont know what people see anymore.
i think もっと見る people decide what it is they really saw, jsut to make them feel better.
Because anything can be anything あなた want it to be.

2.
i dont think あなた relize it when your changing, because your always feeling normal, its takes someone to look at you, that someone doesn't have to know you, to tell あなた your wrong about self.

3.
The biggest mistake あなた can make it letting someone too close, because like newtons first law, one will continue to do whatever it is doing unless a force interuppts. That force can be anything.

4.
i starting to get the feeling that 愛 is dying. It's getting abused and used to often.. i think its going to run out. または there is too many fakers out there pretending to be love. または people have no idea what 愛 is and what it really feel like and makes 愛 any emotion tht come across them... i think if this continues to happen, that maybe 愛 will evole into something that it oringally was.
posted by rebaj2010
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined によって freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt もっと見る then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, もっと見る then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump ピンク lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to 愛 me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
posted by OneFoggyNight
I just never cared anymore. Not about anything. For some reason, I just let everything alone. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing. The things that had made me happy previously had now just made me even more…dull. Maybe all the things he did to me made me like this. Trevor never really was good to anyone, not even any girlfriends he had. He never showed me that he cared, he was always cold, and he always… hurt me.
Or maybe my mother’s drinking habits. She was always at the bar, and when she wasn’t, she had a different bottle in her hand every 分 または so. I was surprised she hadn’t...
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I believe I can fly

Take to the sky

Be all that I’m going to be

See all that I’m going to see

あなた can’t hold me back

With me, there’s nothing to lack

So take a seat

Don’t miss a beat

And watch us fly

Right on by

In a jet または a plane

There’s no way that we’re sane

So sit on back

Try not to hack

Enjoy the view

Don’t miss your Que

To start on flying

Without dying

‘Cause we believe we can fly

As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when あなた can feel as light as a feather and as though あなた can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope あなた liked it.
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the お花 draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope あなた enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
または failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the 回答 once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
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Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope あなた like it, please tell me what あなた think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know あなた want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are あなた going?" a squeak 発言しました from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her によって her night シャツ and threw her onto the ソファー, ソファ with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of もっと見る to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She 発言しました when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his フレンズ laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder によって the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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posted by Cinders
I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that 詩 as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read によって the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because によって that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the 説明 of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell あなた few things here. I actually asked myself that 質問 long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no フレンズ または other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... あなた couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is 愛 then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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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 愛 that they 表示する 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 あなた up when あなた are down, they are the ones that あなた can turn to when life isn't going the way あなた 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 ホルター 上, ページのトップへ 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 発言しました I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the キッチン 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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