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posted by animelove30
Look Into My Eyes

I see your very sad. Is everything alright? I came here to hold you.. Not to see tu cry. I’d do anything, to see a smile upon that face. Look into my eyes. Is everything okay?

If you’re sad, I’ll hold you. If You’re happy, I’ll embrace you. If you’re in love, I’ll kiss you. Just look into my eyes.. You’ll have it all.

I see tu standing there. Why so far away? I’ll ask tu one más time, is everything okay? Look in to my eyes and tell me the truth, your smile is not what I wanna lose.

If you’re sad, I’ll hold you. If you’re happy, I’ll embrace you....
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posted by sparkles3
I wrote this listening to Gollum's Song, sung por Karliene Renolds. I don't know why, I just felt like doing this.

It's so dark. I can't see. I have no one.
No one cares enough to try.
I'm sobbing now, along with the storm overhead. They lied. they dicho they cared. I can't go back.

I can feel it coming. No friends tried to find me.
Goodbye.
They didn't try for me.

Don't cry for me. you're too late. tu hurt me. tu blamed me everything. I can never go home.

I am lost. I will never go home.
posted by monLOVEbrucas
I don’t think I could ever amor someone like I loved you
tu are my first and last amor
tu go I go
tu stay I stay
And tu might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way amor is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
tu will always find your self coming back.

_________________________________________________

Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So tu can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains tu can be my shelter.
I will tell tu my feelings and tu will tell me yours.
We can laugh and kiss and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
tu can take me home
I will let tu hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch tu give me
I will be satisfied.
posted by UnderdogAsh
Chapter 5
The princess
Of Destiny

    I woke up to the glare of the morning sun shining in from a window. I was laying down, so I sat up and felt my a pile of heno, hay beneath me. I had a terrible headache and couldn’t remember a thing. I looked beside me and there was Link, laying down and looking at the ceiling.
    “Hey Link,” I said, “what happened?”
    “Well, Ashley, tu decided to run your mouth when some guard arrested us and they gave tu what tu deserved,” Link dicho harshly.
    It sort of came back...
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I stumbled upon link a while hace and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded comentario on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use más concrete imágenes in her poesía to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope tu do not mind me using tu as an example. If tu do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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added by axemnas
posted by HaleyDewit
Think tu got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets tu through the night
But deep downs inside tu know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what tu have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity


Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...
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posted by HaleyDewit
What’s wrong with me
I no longer seem to find a reason to be happy
Trying to hold back the tears searching their way to my cheeks
Swallowing the scream that’s trying to escape my throat
What wrong with me
Wallowing myself in the darkness that’s consuming me
Hoping there’ll be a día where I can see things clear
Hoping one día I’ll find my way back home

You better run, run, run, rus as fast as tu can
Before I drag tu down

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg tu nice from my knees
Take away this agony
I’m a wreck
‘Cause since you’re...
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posted by emmyliz11
pain fills my corazón and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed por the hand and pulled out por a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb por limb, every string of my corazón played por the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, o so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion tu can't replace and I faced it everyday o so for a año and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my corazón and soul that tu will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an ángel dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her corazón is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes dado up on her halo,
shes dado up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the rosas that where once red,
They became this Black when my corazón bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my corazón follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful tu are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe tu like them (:
I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.

For my Creative escritura Class

The Faith Healer

He dicho to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her...
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posted by Spinner13
A poem I wrote a little while back, inspired por something I was reading... tu probably wouldn't believe it after lectura this, but I'm usually a pretty cheerful person. :)


    Looking Backwards in the Dark
    
Our days are numbered por the gods
and counted por demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
amor is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand...
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posted by mitchie19
10. M A K E I T H A P P E N


“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...
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 Envelope with the royal sello
Envelope with the royal seal
por Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. lectura the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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