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I can't talk to you
but I wish I could tell you
by XO-rOmAnTiCgAl-xO
100 words, 3 comments,
on Nov 17 1:38 PM. In Dark, Depression, Hope, Life, Love, Other, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Romance, Sad, Teen
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Your father, Marlowe Webster, stands overlooking the broad expanse of sea beyond him, his stern brown eyes browsing the horizon like a pain
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Bells rang in the distance. The noise pierced the silence of day, traveling for miles, yet no one heard it. That is, until it reached an ordinary home, in an ordinary town. A single boy was awakened by the sound. He looked al
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The man rushed along the dimly lit road that disappeared into the fog. He glanced frequently at his watch, staring deep into the diamond en
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“Yes, you are, so stop it!” I cried.1
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I woke up with a shuddering sigh, this was it, my last day. I checked the clock; it was ten minutes before noon. I walked around the house for a bit, my parents weren’t home; they both had to work on Saturdays. I pulled out e
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my second poem.. hope ya liike.
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Can you hear that, anyone?
I am following the sound of tears.
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There was once a girl aged 14 who would see, feel and hear strange things around her house. She had dark brown hair and peacing green eyes. Every night and morning she would be walking around her house and see strange black o
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A twisted story of a future America 21ist century darks ages.
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I Still Feel For You I Still Cry For You
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Logan, with his brown hair crumpled and fizzy, leaped around his room, looking for the missing homework assignment. Anywhere he went, the papers were confused and disorganized. His mother walked into the room, and asked him,
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With only one night of human life left, or any life really, I could be found sitting in my room, tears staining my checks, fear in my soul. I clutched my legs to my chest, my back against my wall. There was a knock upon my be
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The night was early, but very dark, due mainly to the down poor of rain that was sure to come. Johanna Lindsey sat quietly on a grassy hill. The red balloon floated beside her, held to the ground by her hand.1
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--Beep beep beep-- Menacing noises from machines ring throughout the hospital room. It seems like everything is spinning and it will never
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