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posted by Sasunaru120
tu never know what tu have until tu lose it, and once tu lose it, tu can never get it back.

My corazón was taken por you... broken por you... and now it is in pieces because of you.

Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.

You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in amor with tu and I don't know why.

A million words would not bring tu back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.

Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him...
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posted by HouseMindFreak
The Cure

Good and evil
amor and hate

The balances of life
Makes everything flow just right
Until misery takes control of your world...

Misery is a parasite
Feeds off other's to become stronger
It hunts for those who are happy
Only to bite and infect them
With it's disease

It penetrates deep into your mind
Death and despair flood the thoughts
The virus spreads further...to your soul

tu are sick with misery
tu don't want to infect
Forced into isolation
A weak body and a weak mind
There is no cure for tu to find

Until the día comes when an antidote called Love
Finds it's way inside
And kills the virus

But cures are hard to find
Like any amor is...
posted by manjusang
As for u It is easy
just say the words and forget
But Not for me

Words that Hurt Not As the winds
Blows and Gone...
Words that HURT it's Knife...
As it walkin' through......... teared ,destroyed,,,PAin

Have u ever felt it?
Not just Lies upon ur Big smile,,
But this is Me,,,
Who Taste The cuchillo that walkin' through ur words

And the feeling left after It,,,
even the time can't erased It..
please stop shouting to me...
yesterday u say "shorty,,,,lovely,,,Miss me ..."

but now u say "damn,,,Im changed ,,,I never understands U'
How Come..
the same souls says the opposite in a minutes????
where've u been?

Im Just a girl with a fragile hearth ,,Im just a girl that searching for a mate...

Just a masochist that Hope,,,time will erased all my pain..

Don't do this to me...
Once I can't stand off,,,
I'll Lost
And u'll never found me..
I never wish hurt,,,
Just Understands Me
posted by juicyjossy9
Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps

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Shelby Gray
Essay #3
    Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the corazón until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention...
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posted by Me_is_awsome
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.

Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody

-- Confused? tu should be, Now I want tu to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the más fun :)
posted by CMJCMJLG
I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations o my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I amor to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I amor that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
posted by irena83
In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
amargo, amargos and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this música of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written por the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
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