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posted by Free_Spirit
Me: Wow i feel in a poetic mood today. anyway um yes here is my poem. RATE and COMMENT. lol, yes if people wouldn't mind i would love to have feedback critisism is always welcome and praise is aswell. Anyway......


The Struggle

My eyes search the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
Or fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are fire and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.

Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the knife into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
posted by BellaSwan636
Ashleigh

We got to go the hospital. A nice lady wearing white stuff gave us lollipops, and we got to play teaparties. There was another girl there, and she was five. I wanna be five. But I'm turning four in, um, I think mommy said a month? I dunno. But you have to be four before you can be five, I think. Why can't I just skip it?

Anyways, now there is a big girl living in the guest room. She says her name is Kayla. She has shiny goldish hair. Like Jamie's mom, but with brownish stripes in it. It's long. Like if she sits down, she almost sits on it. My hair is only halfway as long.

My mommy gets...
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My passport seemed to be taking so long to be ready. And Ema’s cousin seemed to be taken by the beauty and charm in Europe. I had a life that didn’t mean anything, sleep, eat, and drink. Not even working. It’s been two weeks since I’m in Robert’s house. Ema visited me whenever she could. I didn’t dare to walk two steps after the front door of the house or the next thing I’d be seeing is me on the ground, my hands behind my head and taken to prison to spend probably the rest of my life in it.
Among everything I didn’t have the slightest feeling of guilt. I thought I was right...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

Kayla was raped in her own house.

What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.

When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.

That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.

The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but you don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe you just don't have the strength to carry on any more.

You can dry up the tears you see, but you can never dry up the tears your heart sheds. Because when you cry, your heart gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.

I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
posted by BiteMeCullen107
I could hear the TV on and I could smell the coffee. I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or if I was just hallucinating over the fact that the man that has been stalking me, for what seems like my whole life, was in my apartment.
    I must be dreaming, my subconscious must have heard the TV on and brought that thought into my dream along with the coffee I made yesterday morning it must still be stuck in the air and did the same to my dream.
    I stretched my muscles, I was really stiff. It must have been because I got a lot of exercise yesterday at the...
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posted by Dearheart
Darkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of “Joy to the World” echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar cookies with everyone else. Normally I’d be with her (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.

I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of...
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posted by iluvtheshow
The Day Before Christmas

        The day before Christmas my whole life changed. Time stopped as snow fell. People cried but I didn’t feel any pain. I was full of a sadness that swallowed me whole. I was numb.

    I remember waking up that day, happy and excited. It was the last day before Christmas and I was going shopping. I had just received my license and was quickly becoming independent. My wheels were everything. I searched the house but my parents were gone. I figured they were already out preparing for tomorrow. It was still...
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This article contains suggestions for basic practices for being a good writer, and was last edited on 12 June 2009 (to add the admonition about backups).

How to be a Better Writer
If you're reading this, chances are that you are interested in being a Good Writer: someone who is able to write well and convey ideas effectively through text. Note that we are not talking about being a Successful Writer here, nor a Widely-Read Writer; those are separate concerns. Before you worry about who's going to read your writing or what you can get out of your writing, you should concern yourself with making...
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“Even as a child I had a wild imagination. A younger child, I should say. I’m only sixteen now, so I could be considered a child to some. Oh, by the way, my name is Sarah Way. I live in a small town called Ammarion. It’s a growing town found in America. It’s really in Idaho, if that tells you anything.” Sarah began. “I’m here to tell you my story. I know you are skeptical about magic, but you won’t be after hearing my story.”
I’d like to drag you back in time with me. We only need to go back to last summer. School had just gotten out and I had ample plans for my three months...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
I woke up in my bed Thor was there sitting by me. “What happened?” I said in a confused tone. “You fainted. Now what’s going?” he had control in his voice. “None of your business” I said getting out of bed, he backed off until I reached for the door handle. His hand was holding my arm. “Tell me” his tone was threatening. “Let go of me!” I said, I didn’t struggle he just let go. Me and Thor were always getting into fights and only once did it ever got physical. We were in Paris. He was training me. I never had taken orders from him and I never will. “I will get it out...
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♥ I've always mused about this significant quandary!
Here are some of the provided words that are in the English Dictionary and no other words rhyme with them.

It is sometimes said that the words:

orange, purple, and silver ♥ are the only words which rhyme with no other words.


♥ Non-rhyming English words of two syllables or fewer

almond

aspirin

bachelor

chaos

chimney

circus

different (whether pronounced as two- or three-syllable word)

film

hostage

javelin

justice (only rhymes with proper nouns)

laundry

luggage

monster

month

citrus

office

olive

orange (only rhymes with proper nouns)

pint

penguin

pizza

promise (only rhymes with proper nouns)

purple

shadow

silver

transfer

vacuum
posted by jasperwhlover
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Chapter 3

Now, Serenity on a happier note was learning how to defend herself and about Exorcism she wanted to help Father Bartholomew, even though she was forced by the church to conform to the earthly practices like everyone else and to hide her wings, Father Bartholomew encouraged her heavenly attributes, he made wings, of feathers, waxed together, they were perfect, and everyday, he would teach her to fly as she forgot how because of the number of years that she spent conforming to the earth. Father Bartholomew raised Serenity like a daughter, a few years later, when she...
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posted by iluvtheshow
Hey Mom,
It's been a while
Since you sat next to me,
Since I saw you smile
I miss you Mom
I wish you were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see you Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my heart in two
I'll always remember Mom,
You taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling you Mom
Losing you killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what you were Mom,
Strong.
In everything you said
In everything you did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid


I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
Chapter Three

At the kitchen, wondering when Michael will be coming down and have breakfast with his wife and children, Jamie was at the stove, making some more pancakes and was so into her thinking of Michael that she hadn’t heard a little voice calling out to her “Mama, Mama.” Jamie was still thinking about him for a few more seconds until she felt a little hand tugging at the end of her shirt. Turning around and looking down to see who was tugging the end of her t-shirt, she saw her oldest child, Mac standing next to her and staring at her mother with her brown eyes, giving her that...
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Ch.8 is finally here!!!! This chapter is a little different because of one little thing.

*Jamie and Sean are going to be communicating by a little, wonderful thing called the Internet!*

Chapter Eight[b]

For the next four days, Jamie and Sean had bonded pretty well and becoming friends, closer and closer every time they saw each other.

Every morning, when Jamie can get anytime alone to herself after suffering through hell with the kids, she went to the front steps to drink her cup of coffee and just relax until she can hear Sean’s pacing when he runs and before getting to his house next door,...
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added by CathCuddy
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My wide brown eyes glanced around the Bridgewell high school lunchbox and all I saw was the same thing as everyday. The "cool" group, my group, all sitting in the same spot. The middle of the lunchbox, drawing all attention on us with our screaming and giggling. It would usually be me starting the scenes but now I see differently. What’s the point with all the makeup, the new outfit each day and the teasing of the smart kids. I don't want to be this girl anymore, I hate her.
Just at that moment Catherine and Amanda walk past. The smart kids, the ones who care what grades they get and now...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Shaun

I'd pretended not to know anything. I tried to get over her, but I couldn't. It was too painful. It was too difficult.

I still blamed myself. I always would.

I did like she asked, I finished college. I moved to New York after graduation to begin my career as a child psychologist. I'd graduated early. Worked harder than was necessary. Ignored everything not school-related. Had a successful job interview. Accepted into a private practice.

I was miserable.

I still had to keep living; I knew I had to. I was twenty three when I moved there.

Twenty three when I decided to watch small children play in a park in the hope of learning something new.

She never failed to surprise me. Not ever.
posted by Cinders
It's finally here! All the submissions to this month's poetry contest is included within this soapbox, for your convenience. For the sake of the judges, I am allowing two weeks from today for them to peruse the works herein and then create a pick with their top five choices. The judges may confer amongst themselves if they wish. Input from the Fanpop community should also be considered. Comments on particular poems are welcome. The only thing that is prohibited is pointing out (subtly or obviously) which poem is yours. As a poet, that may disqualify you from the competition, for betraying the...
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posted by Emoshinell
To me, Will is more than a name. This is what it means to me:

W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.

I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when you spare me a small glance my way.

L is for the look my penetrating eyes give you when you turn away from me; when I want most for you to stay close to me.

And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational love I feel for your soul.

Without you, my heart is silent. You arethe only one who has touched my heart and it will always be yours. You are my only love. I've left my heart with you; look over it closely....
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added by vampiress015
Source: BBC