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hola there.

I like to write poesía and short stories. My friend turned me on to this site and I've decided to post some of my writing. I'm just a kid, so none of my escritura is as high quality as I'd imagine the other submissions would be. I really haven't read much so far. Maybe this isn't the best way to introduce myself to the other fanpoppers, but I couldn't find my friend to tell her about it. I also can't figure out how to add myself to this club. Oh, well. uh....here I am. Here's a little sample of my writing:

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Watch me twirl
with my feet on your toes
away from the darkness,
away from our foes.
See how I smile
as the día comes and
goes.
Look down at my eyes
reflecting your life;
leave the door open,
I'm afraid of the night.

Now watch me twirl,
all alone this time
without your toes
to help me stand.
Stare into my eyes
but tu can't see your
face in them,
watch as they fill up
with tears tu never shed.
Can tu hear my footsteps?
So light, but
so heavy,
watch as I dance around
in my frenzy
because I don't have your arms
to hold me in place.

I look into the night,
and I'm so afraid,
so afraid,
oh dear parents,
what a coward you've raised.
So I'll dance here,
in the light,
where everyone
can see me.
My falda catches the wind
and what do tu see?
Tell me,
What do tu see?!
I can't see anything;
only me.

Put down your glass,
step out to the floor.
Teach me to dance,
and I'll cry
no more.
posted by livethislifeup
Like after all the nights before, I had woken up a several amount of times. Every hour, past twelve, until I finally woke at nine. This routine was my life. It was all it was, after Max.
Max, was my life for the twelve years we had. However, five of those twelve years, we spent in grief.
Diagnosed with lung cancer on our sixth año anniversary. At first, we were a little worried--but we were certain that things would turn out fine. He promised me that they would. That, however, was not the case.
With radiation treatment, and surgeries here and there, the cancer came back every año until our twelfth...
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posted by babina
Hey! everyone! thanx for lectura and commenting on my articles! HOPE tu ENJOY THIS ONE!

Recap:
When i turned around to look in the direction where she was coming from, i saw that nearly all the people who had been standing there were gone.I looked around and saw some of the kids running into the bathrooms, others entering classrooms which they were not supposed to be in.I thought about hiding in one room that was on the left side near the locker i had hit my head on but before i could even move, i had Mrs.copcon say, "Everyone stop where they are standing".

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posted by Dearheart
For Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small tale help to remind tu how beautifully and wonderfully made tu are in the eyes of the Great Artist.

~~ Beautiful ~~

Once upon a time, not long hace and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the imágenes he saw in his head to life in his pictures.

One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colores and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous...
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Vialo By: Josie Mahre

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"Run, Ella, run!" dicho Vialo. "I'm running as fast as I can!" Ella said. Vialo is a 14-year-old girl with the unique name Vialo Tarah Wilson, also, she has superpowers and the ability to take over / rule the universe / save the universe. Her friend, Ella Newbie, also has superpowers. "Ella, we can hide here." dicho Vialo. "Vialo, go on without me. I'll catch up." dicho Ella. "No. I'll just telaport us out." dicho Vialo. "No! Vialo, they'll find tu easier!" dicho Ella. All of a sudden, some people walked up to them. "You two aren't out yet?" asked one. "No Jasper....
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consejos to young, beginning writers to Stephen King....
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Tips on escritura your first novel :) Hope this helps....
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Novel-writing and poesía tips :)
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posted by amandaj
Ok, this is my first attempt at escritura a story, if that's what I should call it, I'm not sure. I'm not an experienced writer, and English isn't my mother tongue, so it's not flawless. Please oso, oso de with me a little. But please feel free to give me feedback on this, positive o negative, either way. :)

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There was a time, when she felt like she could do anything. A time when the world didn't seem as intimidating. When all her challenges and struggles was small, and forgotten por the blink of an eye. She doesn't seem to remember a single time when she was younger, when she found...
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posted by stopbullying
Chapter 2
An odd man stepped out of the car and instantly I knew who it was. It was the man that came into the comprar during my shift. He stalked me all the way down here and now he was standing in front of me. I wanted to scream because of the scary feeling I got from look in his eyes but I found no voice. I was stupid to go to the outer edges of the park where almost nobody was. And the segundo I could find a breath his hand was over my mouth and I was thrown into the back of a car that was cold and wet. I could barely hear the voices in the front of the car and I wanted to know where I was going....
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That night I locked my windows it seems it only really brings me trouble. But again I couldn’t sleep. “Knock, knock” Dawn dicho coming in her voice was gentle. “Hey, you’re up late” I dicho getting out of bed. “Yeah, what did Ethan do?” she said, Dawn could read your anger. “Nothing, there was just a misunderstanding, that’s all” I said. “Really?” she said. “Well we kissed” I dicho now sitting on my bed. She followed and sat down siguiente to me. “Wow, Why?” she asked, “Why would tu ask me why?” I asked. “Because tu have always dicho that tu would never go...
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posted by XhuddyobsessedX
I looked out the window at the man I wanted to be with. He doesn't know my name o that I watch him leave for work everyday. He doesn't even know I live siguiente door to him. But, one día that will change.
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The siguiente día I brought myself to go meet the man I had watched from my window for so many years. I wanted to know evetything about him. And most of all, I wanted him to know everything about me. From the segundo I saw him I knew we were ment to be.

I went up to his door and knocked on it. It opened. He looked at me with curiosity.

"Can I help you?"

"Um..yes...
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posted by Euri
The red glare of the fuego blurs all other colors. The smoke chokes me with its sulfuric perfume. I watch from the tower as the city burns to ashes before my eyes. I want to stop it, I wish I could, but I cannot. I listen hopelessly as I hear the cries of the people, shouting, taunting.
Tears run down my cheeks. I lost it all, the power I once had has been taken from me. I could have helped so many, but I was foolish and in my foolishness I did not realize what was transpiring under my nose, what would lead to this, the burning of once a proud city to rid it of us.
Turning from the window, I...
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posted by whitelion
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
tu were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house o fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

tu did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
tu dicho your chance at amor had past tu por
i told i'm here so dont tu cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

tu were like my juliet and i your romeo
tu amor me i amor tu thats all i need to know
no longer will tu dream of amor thats true
no longer will i wander my buscar has led to you
posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd amor some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
tu are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as tu lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are corazón at name.



tu may notice that only the segundo verse rhymes, this is an attempt to mostrar the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
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Very funny... because we all used to think that's how things worked.
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