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posted by mk136207
i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid

i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter

yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what tu wanna hear
could tu take it if i came clear?
o would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself
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Source: Me and paint.
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posted by Edward901
nobody understands love,
nobody really believes.
tu can't put a price on the way people make tu feel,
but tu can always say:
i amor you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that tu want to be the last person to see before tu die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that tu will always be there for them
that tu will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
siguiente time tu say
i amor you
mean it
because if tu don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that tu say it to
posted by Edward901
this will be the last chapter i post... the rest you'll have to read in the published book when it's done being written and comes out



Music was playing when I could feel again. Abigail was lying on my cama with me, playing with my hair.
    “Bobby will be inicial in two hours. I called him when tu stopped responding to me.” I recognized the song, it was Bobby's favorite. He had told me that I was who it reminded him of.
    I looked away from Abby, ashamed. “I can't believe how selfish I am. He was finally where he wanted to be and I dragged him away...
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posted by ángeles
the time we have is so very precious...
tu can blink o turn and it is like a whole lifetime has passed
a fiend whom has helped me in so many ways has, in a blink of an eye it seems
has gotten older and i have trouble seeing that time has passed so quick
even now the newer friends and family it seems change in a blink
tu are left wondering where was i when did all of this change........
in the día to día routines of life sometimes tu can forget how precious life, friends, family, even your pets, and just people tu meet can just be so different; the siguiente time tu really take the time to...
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posted by elanor260
I wrote this a few months ago. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Black Roses

At the end of the day, the sun slowly set, painting the sky in a brilliant arco iris of colors. She looked across the golden field, staring at the horizon. Her expression was that of one who is looking for something, but cannot figure out quite what. A slight breeze stirred the tall grass, creating the semblance of waves. Her hair moved slightly as she looked down at her lap, and the three black rosas that lay upon it.

The rosas meant something, of that she was certain, but she did not remember, not yet. It had been...
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This is a poem I wrote today, 7 May 2008. Feedback/analysis is welcome.

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My eyes have been thirsting for you
These long lonely years
My ears have strained to hear your voice
The boy's enthusiasm for his lover
Has not sagged but rather swelled
With deprivation

Memory paints you
Perfect in wit, charm
Desire

Today I saw tu briefly, from afar
I had to avert my eyes
Lest I be consumed
My ears heard your distant laughter
Through all the other noise
In that crowded place

I know that memory lies
But still I shivered
With longing and remorse

Today I also heard of the other man
Now in your life
Somewhere...
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So one may o may not recall that a few months ago, I publicado link that I wrote in my high school years and my freshman año of college. The purpose of this was to compare it to the work I was required to do in my poesía class (a pre-req for the creative escritura track of the English major). Since I recently discovered that I was accepted to the track (yay for me!), I decided it was time to post the results of that poesía class to compare to my other poems.

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sapling

fingers curl like dead leaves and grip a
fleshy branch which tickles

lines of stories etched in arching
looping whorls rub against...
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posted by Edward901
Rulers of Darkness

Hunting. The best word in a vampire's vocabulary.
    “Ready?” Abby asked me expectantly.
    “Ready.”
    Our eyes dilated and all of our senses were down. I crouched low,listening, the world no longer had any secrets. Wind rustled leaves, a storm was coming in a couple of days. A deer grazed peacefully, not what I wanted. Abby attacked a grizzly. Nope. Finally, I heard it. A pack of gray wolves.
    Wolves were my favorito! drink. They always hunted in a pack, a canine family. Something that...
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posted by Edward901
this is part of my book that i wrote... tell me how it is...

Rulers of Darkness

I sat there, watching, waiting, listening for the sound of Abigail calling me. She didn't, she just stood outside my door letting me cool off.
I smiled, I'd wait for her to decide to talk to me, patience was one of my best abilities. Of course, I had to learn patience while others were segundo nature, but time had perfected it.
Abby waited, but her toes tapped impatiently on the other side of the door. I heard her sigh and knew I had won.
An involuntary victory smile formed on my face as the door knob turned....
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posted by Cinders
Preface: I wrote this in tenth grade, when I was sixteen. So it was about four years ago... Comparing it to link which was written four weeks ago, it's interesting to see the changes in those four years. I would amor to discuss that. I've updated it for Fanpop, editing and tweaking it from the original which can be found link.



It was probably nothing different to little Ellen, munching ever so innocently on a good-tasting set of keys in the corner, surrounded por blocks and the spilt contents of her poor mother’s purse. Mrs. Shaw had neglected to put the bolso, monedero out of her dear child’s...
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This a video i found on youtube and I thought it was a good video for the spot Video made by:"xsunnychristinax" on youtube
video
música
amor
death
classical
sad
suicide
cry
tears
posted by mk136207
i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid

i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter

yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what tu wanna hear
could tu take it if i came clear?
o would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself
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video
amor
added by khfan12
added by khfan12
Hello,

My name is morgan Brooke Smith, I'm a fiction writer, well I like to think of myself as that. I amor to write, but not real things, fiction things, they can have some sort of realistic fortune behind them, but they arn't real. I'm a freshman in college. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. So there's my background check. But here is what my stories are about.

There is 4 seasons, 4 elements, and plenty of other things that come in 4's. One of those are, The Flirty Four. They've been friends since they we're born, o at least that is their first memory.
Summer- She's about 5', blonde hair blue...
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posted by ggseason8
I'm tired of being your booty call, the one tu call when no one cares. I'm tired of feeling the way I feel, so I'm going to take my self out of the game and watch from the sidelines, cause whats the point in playing the game if your gonna loose like I do. I'll always be here to cheer tu on, I'll even shed tear just because your gone. Inside I'm hurting and I know tu are too, I'm sorry it had to end this way, but maybe in another life we could play the same game and win everytime, but for now all I'm going to say is bye, I'll see tu siguiente time.


HELP!! I don't know what to classify this as, a song o a poem!!
posted by niceapril
Two months had passed and already, I was starting to see the other side of Bradley. He had proposed to me on my 26th birthday in a posh restaurant in Swindon. After talking to him on a dating site and meeting him at the Londres Eye, I fell in amor with him instantly. We loved the same things. Emmerdale, Chris Brown and garlic bread. All that was going through my head was "This is fate!"
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself o he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into...
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