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Emotion .

I believe in the power of wordsThe fact tomorrow is a mysteryThe little things mean the mostThe sun will always rise in the morningThe world is an ugly place Happiness; Sadness; Love. But the beliefe that one day &..

Green;

Tree's, bushes, too much greencrickets, critters crawl arounda flurry of noisesbut too little sound all this green is a suffocating plastic bagI want to be freeit's making my brain zig-zag

The Artist's Paintbrush .

Trapped, locked awayunable to escapea dark, small roomencasing my soul I want to runawaybut there's no where to fleetrapped in this life,forced to be something I'm not Why do you do this?you just paint my soul darker;you just paint another bother;why can't you pai..

I don't Understand .

I don't understand Why people act certain ways Why can't everyone just get along Why people hate more everyday But most of all Why some think they're "all that" &n..

It's Just A Blur .

She swallows your words with painand she's so ashamedshe's been in these flames beforethough, she wasn't prepared for this storm she's got to keep goingstronger than......lions ...and tigers ...and bearsoh my!she must stand strongthough the wind is blowing being..

Escape .

~ A dark, cold rooma forest of butterflies A girl with a big hearta boy who always lies ~ The words flow from my fingertipslike a stream in the sun And I can't stopOnce I have begun ..

Matching Scars .

A poem about my best friend, Natalie <3

Chapter 1: Part 1~

My eyes shot open with anger. “Frank!” I heard the same old call from down the hallway, “It’s..

Prologue~

Knife, blood, gun, pills, razor…death: They’re all such pretty words. Don’t you think? I think so. I could think of many more, too. Would you like me to continue? No? Well, okay. I guess I understand if you get queasy or sad from reading such words. It’s a natural reaction f..

Alice In Wonderhell

What's the meaning of Happy?

Sometimes I wish I was everything I'm not,so you could love me for me, not for who you wish me to be. I'll never be those things,you see,...I can't change, not easily.You deserve someoneto make you happy.Not a screw up,that doesn't even understandtruly understand th meaning of happy

I am~

I am a failurea good for nothing f**k upjust kill me now please

Do you understand the meaning of Copyright??

sigh. It's sad that I feel the need to post this.

Can't Make It~

It's only been 4 days.But it seems like 4 months,maybe even 4 years.The days tick by oh so slowly.And I grow sadder with each tick-tockof the broken clock.Someone help me.I'm breaking again.I'm wishing for the pain,I wish I didn't want.11:11 couldn't come soon enoughI wish I co..

Commotions~

This isn't heartbreakit's the feeling you getdeep inside your chestwhen you lose someone you lovedbecause ofa slip of emotionsthat caused commotionsinside your brain .

Flames~

I bite down on my ice cold lipand swallow your words with painI'm so ashamed becauseI've been in these flames beforeyeah, I've gone up in flames before .

Resume~

This is a poem I really love by Dorothy Parker

Words~

Please, cut off my airBefore you catch the feverAs my heart stitches tear By the broken weaver I like the scarsThey help me breatheThere’s more than the starsAnd still, death’s a dirty thief Claim my breathFor the deathThrow my heartTear it apartI am..

Forever~

Your all I could ever wish for .You always make me smile .No matter what .Even if your the one whomade me frown;made my tears fall down .You wipe them away ,with your fingertips,so warm .I love you more, you sayI love you most , i sayIn this battleyou are toast .Let's be lo..

Two Words~

Words Hurt. This poem really needs nothing more than that.Two words complete the whole thing.

Geez~

Tell me would you please Is there anything I can do that i don't screw up, cause geez I don't have a clue.

Broken Alice~

A dark, desolate placeI’m trapped in this canvasYou dab, dab, dab awayAt your broken alice cause I’m not in wonderland you trap me in the darknessdisguise my happinesscurse my sadnessand long for my absence if only I could leavebut I’ve fall..

Failure~

My thoughts. My feelings. My ideas. My random.

This is Important- To me at least.

6th Grade- I was upset. I ran to my room, slammed the door, and punched the wall. I was little, so I didn't do much damage to the wall, only to myself. The cuts made me feel better. That was the day I started cutting. I still remember the date. February 19th. I cut my wrists. The next day my friend ..

Jump ~

This is my story I had to write for english. It's based on the true story of Tyler Clementi. Rest in Peace <3 I don't know you, but I love you, and I hope your happy wherever you are.

The Battle Never Ends

Its never endinga forever battleyou think you cant go onbut you've got no will to tattle "just another dayi'll fix it tomorrow"and this goes on for weeksstill, no one knows your sorrow you want a way outbut it's been too longnow, your too scared to let goyour too ..

Anti-Beautiful

You search for the answerbut it gets you no whereyou're just lost more than beforestill no one gives a care you run and runlooking for an escapeyou run from yourselfbut its a little too late you search for it in the mirrorbut theres nothing thereits empty, you're em..

I have something to Say:

I have a proposal for everyone on here.How about will be nice to everyone? 1.There's this amazing thing called contructive critiscm. If you see a problem with someones story--like a puncutation mistake or a spelling error--let's be nice when you tell them that. Don't just be like, "you re..

Chapter 1: (Continue More)

Another Continuation of Chapter One

Lost Among the Fairytales:

Just some feelings...

Memory Song

Skipping through the memorieslooking for the right oneBut, I just hit shufflethere's too many hauntingtoo many blinding the sun Play: A song beginsA memory singsRemember, RememberIt's too hard to rememberToo hard to ..

Destroyed;

If pain is a battlefieldThen choose your weaponsCause a war’s beginningInside of you Sharpen your bladesLoad your gunsReady your stationsPrepare for the attack Shots ring out from behindIt’s a sneak attackYou try to runBut you’re barricaded&nbs..

Chapter 1: (Continued)

! ----- I added the ending to this part. So, I hope you enjoy :) ---- ! The dark, cold concrete walls would seem uninviting to others, but for me it was the opposite. This is my place of happi..

Addicted

The pain grips herTearing up her insidesGripping, ripping, in agony,Herself she just hides What has she become?Only a devil to herselfNothing can save herThe knifes on the bookshelf She stares at itContemplating painBut, what does it matter?To her, life’s ju..

The Devil in the Backseat

The streets are black as midnight, which makes sense, because it is midnight. I could only see a few feet in front of me in the light my headlights createdI took a sip of my soda. Gross. I thought. I should have finished it an hour ago when it wasn't watered down.I took a peep at Janie in the ba..

Coffin

The coffin lowered slowly into the dark hole. A few minutes later shovels were picking up loose dirt and throwing down, covereing her. I watched them shovel away. Then, in a split second, something changed.My eyes began to turn red, I clenched my fists, "NO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The..

The Man in the Coffee Shop

Just a short story I wrote randomly.

Burning

The cold air sunk deep into her bones and chilled her. Her big coat wasn’t helping her today. Her feet crunched on the leaves scattered on the ground as she walked through the cemetery. She hated coming here. She could feel the spirits around her. She hated being able to hear them. Of all gift..

Chapter 1;

I am invisible. No one notices me--not that I wish to be noticed--but, I would appreciate not being bumped into in the halls. I now have a series of bruises on my arm and hip from all the hit-and-run collisions of the dangerous hallway. Maybe, I just shouldn’t come to school at all. &nb..

Prologue;

The rain pattered inconsistently on her window washing away the dirt and grime as she studiously typed away at her computer. Minute by minute, the clocked ticked by as a sentence grew into a paragraph, a paragraph grew into a page, a page grew into a chapter. She typed away the night, until the nigh..

Black Blood, Black Tears

All of the Above

"i think it's cute, that you're such a fruit." <3

You vs. Me

"don't fret, i don't hate you... yet."

Beautiful

"This life seems endless, it's as cold as stone."

Only A Memory;

"it's only a memory, just some made up nightmare."

Sweetheart;

"Keep quiet now,so you can hear her silent cries"

Rush this Romance

"True live should not exist."

Untitled;

"why did you poison me with your sweet heart?"

Counting Sheep;

"hunny, this aint love... it's war, and were both losing."

Toxic;

"you're stupid jokes are worse than ones from laffy-taffy wrappers."