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spark my fire

i felt like writing. felt like writing something sexual. while still being kinda sweet. it may not seem like a poem to you. if you think i should change the category then suggest one to me.

tattle tales

tripping over your wordsbecause you lie with every lip movementevery syllable, every sound is alie to mehave you ever spoken the truth to me?have you ever tried telling me what you're actually thinking?try it, try it, and show me what you're made ofstop faking to put on a showi see right through you..

i know your body language

i craveyour touchcling to itlike a breathmy last breathmy every breathi need your skini need your fantasycome on, baby,fancy me?show me theway you move

tempted to take you back; would you?

i still love you.i still want you.i still want to hold you,kiss you, tell youyou're beautiful.i want to be there,i want to run myfingers throughyour hair.i want to go backto the days whennothing else mattered,we talked all day,never cared,and your voicewas the only soundi could hear.

you don't deserve me.

you've broken a heart you've never held,you've taken back everything we ever had.you don't talk to me anymore,when you promised you would.i loved you. i loved you.i love you. iloveyou.you held me so close,so far,so in the middle that i never knew when you were real.when you were there, being the one..

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In The Life Of, a group on Deviantart.

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In The Life Of, a group on Deviantart.

//Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This;;

It's not finished yet, but it will be updated soon! <-- Click the photo! DO IT, I DARE YOU. It's for description wise.

Four Years Strong

- elliot. // ily&imu&icbyam. <3 says:todayi thought so much aboutif you had been with me todayhow different it would have beeni was sicky icky all day, and i dranks, and had lots and lots of cheeseand milk and meat, so my tummy's all faaaaack youuuuu.butit justfeltso good to do them.cause..

turn the bass up.

this silence is deafening.the sounds in my head louderthan full blast on my stereo.make it stop.make it stop.the sound vibrates my head,the floor is physically shaking,and it's still not loud enough.neighbors complain.the sub woofer pounds so harda breeze can be felt.the music gets more and moredram..

.:bullies:.

excellence only goesso farperfection reachesfurtherbut people judge andnever askand they never seekthe truththeir eyes usuallymalice filledtheir mouths salivatingat seeingyou down at your lowestpointthey like to point andpoke andprod you till your soulis nolonger there and they stillwont stoptheyll ..

playing with my hearts lies.

I wrote this with "the object of my affection" in the room. She does / doesn't know about how I feel.

words only a poet can erase.

Not all the insults I was called throughout the month of January, but some.

Destroyed

I was.. Angry. Let's say that. I ripped all my poetry books in half.

uncomfortable

A fear, a cry,a maniacal sigh.She can't comply,she just wants to die,have the feeling to fly.She's just going to lie,and as the days go by,she's not going to try,and when people ask why,she looks to the sky,a tear in her eye,and asks the world to unifyuntil the end is nigh.

a*****e

Since this poem is emotional for me, please do not review this poem, because it's my life; I don't need people correcting my mistakes.

self control

my life is my ownbut it's nothing i can controlnothing going inand nothing coming outeveryone i see just disappearsi look for youyou're goneyou look for mei'm therejust waitingfor your love topenetrate on throughi feel iti feel it deeprooting itself in your lost heartmy love is splittingtrying to re..

marching my feelings

tantalizingly breathless.a peripheral vision.the mind plays, swingsthrough my senses.adrenaline pumping.a flick of the hair,a small giggle.affecting in every way.i see her,and i stumble.i saw her smile,and i fell.catwalk dance.amazingly near.torturously far.kiss me,you fool.

raw talent

she jumps,he flies.they juggle,they lie.they say,the music plays,the instruments movein time.he writes,she sings.a collector thatcollects things.people yearn,others learn,some can talk,and some can listen.one strivesto stay alive,and another wants to die.she reads,he runs.they fight,and shoot guns.h..

a*****e.

An autobiographical incident that I told police about today. I feel.. such a relief.

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I opened my eyes to discover a bright light staring at me. "Gragch!" "Oh crap, it's awake," an unknown, annoyed male voice answered my cry. 'It?' I thought. "I'm not an it, I'm a man." In my head, that sentence had made sense, ..

Mercedes

In my grade 8 year of high school (05-06), I recorded a video with my half brother, Jesse. We were trying to make a karate show, and we used the webcamera on the computer. My sister Mercedes and her friend Lacey had gone for a walk, and they didn't know what we were planning. We started the video, a..

Unknown

strength.physically strong.emotionally weak.my tears dry against my cheeks.fear.adrenaline takes over.the nights are always long.i awake in a daze..amazing.in the eyes of the beholder.your smile plays in my mind.your whisper rings in my ears.love.is it a feeling?is it just plain love and devotion?..

.d.a.d.

My friend was talking to me about their father, and this was the result

Descriptive Writing

Not really a story.. just a 15 minute writing assignment for my Descriptive Writing class. Go figure?

Little Daniella

This is a dream I had a few weeks ago, and it scared me quite a bit. I hope you can feel for the characters, mainly Daniella and Josh.

.trembling.fingers.

a metaphor for the music in my soul. <33

.artistic.r-e.expression.

one dot.two dot.red dot.blue dot.dots mixed in a bucket, colourful arrows in all directions.will the world ever make sense?i can't lay still,i'm wide awake, but dreaming.dotdotdotwords.tons of words.can't chose the right ones.explain dark truths,reveal white lies.wtf is wrong with me?!i'm dead in al..

.unspoken.words.

seagulls.flying.fluttering.down.the sea saltsmell makesmy nostrilsburn;a good scent.the walk notlong, the timenot passed.spread myarms likemyimaginary wings.close my eyesand believei'm with thebirds up there.am i reallyflying?i feel theweightlessness.i feel thewind.my eyes willnot open,the lids shal..

Perspective: English Assignment.

We had to do an assignment on what we thought people thought of us. The first part is the 'unfavourable', then the second is the truth about that. The third is the truth about part four.

I'm Speechless

I don't know what I would do with out you.If you somehow vanished.I wouldn't.. Be able to live..You're too much a part of meYou're in my blood, my heart, my thoughts, my dreams.Every feeling, every touch, every smell, every sight.In all my hopes, and in all of my fingers and toes.You're as much a pa..

Last Night Was Too Long

I sat on my bed.Balling, crying.Wishing to dear Godthat my heart wouldjust rip out.I was confused,hurt..It didn't matterwhat I did,said, or thoughtto myself,it didn't changewhat I was still doing.Holding your cute blackshirt up to my cheeks,I felt another pang ofdepression.Another wave of tears.Anot..

Knowing

Sitting here in my room;jack knife in my hand.Knowing what I could do with it,and wanting to too.Looking at my wrist,playing at my ankles.Knowing what you might see,and knowing how I feel.But never mind,I'm not going to do it.Sitting here in my room;playing with my bl..

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Three Times Shot

I wanna smile tonight, gurl.

When I look around, and I don't see you some where near me, I feel very alone.When I go to sleep, and I can't close my eyes, it's because I can't feel you there.When I eat my food, I almost can't swallow it, because I'm trying to hide my tears.When I see other friends, I always remember the la..

Dreams + Wishes -- And 'Hope'

It took a while for me to realize just where I was. I had my eyes open, staring at the wall for what seemed like hours. I turned my head, and looked around the room. I still recognized it as my own, but I couldn't remember why I thought that; as far as I knew, I had never been in this room before...

Tell Me Something Good.

What I wish is for you to knowevery little thing that I've ever thoughtabout you.What I wish for you to seeis that everything I want for you,is good for us both.So, here I go, tryingto explain what can notbe explained..Every time I close my eyes,even just to blink,I see t..

.:-TheGreatLove-:.

Me and himare entirely different.Yet, we're so much alikein so many ways.He's 'cool',he's funny.He's witty,he's the ultimate opposite of me.I'm.. Not 'cool',I'm a bandy.I'm a freak,and I love it.But, the wayswe're alikehave much more meaningthan the ways we are no..

Once Upon A Teenaged Time

A story about a teen who thinks life isn't fair-- what else is new?

chapter five: wish.

Nameless; Age 7- Nameless looked up from where she was sitting on the living room floor. "Mummy?" "Hmm..?" Janet looked up from her book. "It's eight o'clo..

A Distant Thought.

You look at me, stars in your bright eyes; taking me apart, and analyzing me. I give the same stare back, seeing all the smiling marks you've left, every tear you've ever cried; still seeing the raw jealousy that you still hide.Laughing and joking, always having fun. Though deep down, we both kn..

victumvsprey.

She looked behind her.Over her shoulder was her worst fear.She didn't know what;Or even who.But she knew she would beTerrified to look it in the face.She tried to run,But an unsettling weightHad grown in her legs.She didn't look back behind her again,Too numb to feel scar..

Miracles Do Happen.

character: a new mother.setting: a living room.time: in early spring.theme: someone has just reached an important goal. Samantha Smith is a twenty-seven year old new mother. Her bab..

The Boys.

He sits there, reading alone.His bag is open, inside are more books for him.He shuts his eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth,In this early spring afternoon,under his tree.To him, it felt safe.Protected.He opens his eyes,and the boys are around him.He wished to..

The Day Before Nightfall.

The day before the darkest night of all,The heart of the young child is torn.She was only 16 years of age,And to take out her rage,She cuts herself into pieces,Tiny little pieces.She was to young to realize,How much she has to live for,Still too young to know,How much death can hur..

Deal With It, Or Get Out.

I wrote this because my friend was doing a debate about how we live compared to third world countries. The judges said she won, because of the poem.

chapter four: wish.

Nameless; Age 6- Nameless sat at her desk of her grade one class, while everyone else moved around, delivering Valentines. She wasn't allowed to give them out, and she didn't expect to get one, either. ..

t'night is in the palm of your hand.

be'in the nobody in a school full of somebodies.you gotta wonder how it feels to be him.he walks alone in the halls,no one payin' him much attention.you see his face; he might be happy.or maybe he's hidin' somethin' deeper.because if you ain't got nobody to talk to,you're gonna be lo..

chapter three: wish.

Nameless; Age 5- Nameless got into the back seat of her mothers car after school, a tear stained face. Her mother saw her, and she said, "Awwe, sweetie! Did you fall down?" ..

chapter two: wish.

Nameless; four years old- She looked up at her mother, unimpressed with her breakfast. "Shwedded Wheaties?! No!" She almost shoved the bowl off the table, but knew she'd be in worse trouble from her father whe..