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When he looked at the man before him he wasn't seeing the metally ill alzheimer's patient who could hardly remember the day of the week, bu
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She sits there picking at her skin with those blood red nails,
by The-Exception
200 words, 5 comments,
on Jul 30 10:31 PM. In Crowd, Hmm, Interesting, Odd, People, Poem, Poetry, Thoughts, Unedited, Weird
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Sister Ambrose closes the shutters at her window keeping the last of the light from the moon and stars shut outside in the cold and dark and standing back crossing herself from forehead to breast from shoulder to shoulder wit
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Getting out of my bed I look in the mirror. Oh man, I'am fat. I start to cry and cant stop. . .
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They took it as- "I'm an anarchist. I believe in change."
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What does it mean to be a patriot?
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Darkness swarms and memories are the only thing flashing through my mind. Memories of pain, hurt, and sorrow. Voices overcome my soul, whispering, screaming, shrieking. Death is what they tell me, death is what they want..
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Nuala lies in Una' s bed and against Una's soft breasts feeling the warmth permeate through her body knowing that Una was asleep as she cou
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Entranced but this calmness, I refuse to look up as a bitter spray wets my face. It is drawing near, not too long now. As I look up, shar
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It's hard to say Good-bye,1
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For my boyfreind Shaant :]
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Love is like reverent petition to the God,every word is embellished in faith and woven in devotion. 1
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My muse has a cold exterior, but she makes a valid point.
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This is a poem i wrote on top of my head, theres probably some grammar errors, but oh well.
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when you look into the eyes of the on you love you brush1
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Ok you norms, I go to an all girls school and have decided on three things since attending. And I suppose you already guessed the first one by the title...WRONG!It's the third one whicch I will talk about later.1
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One day, there were bones. They were old, buried in the sand, dry as the creekbed I found them in. Nothing organic remained, just architect
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sorry if I left it at a cliffhanger; this is the last part.
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Dreams, dreams, dreams. We all dream, don't we?
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I never imagine the i would feel a
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I watched the world float by, on interstellar degenerations as I ran down the city streets. I couldn't bare to deal with my feelings at th
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by sadcryingsoul
600 words, 1 comment,
on Jan 2 1:05 PM. In Abuse, Adult, Angst, Drugs, Hope, Life, Love, Non fiction, Pain, Thoughts, Young adult
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So 2009 is hot on my trail, speeding up with each passing breath I take. I’ve already established some writing goals for myself, and I inte
by Friesian
400 words, 4 comments,
on Dec 27 8:11 AM 2008. In , 2009, Contest, Goals, Ideas, Novel, Plans, Thoughts, Va, Vampire
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When God told Mary that she was going to give birth to his son, of course she was afraid. Even knowing that it was God's child, she must have been concerned about what the child would be like, and how much she would have to c
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It’s snowing outside. There’s ice on my window. Tiny, tiny droplets of frozen water, purest white, frothy as the most intricate lace. Their small and fragile forms shatter into particles as more snowflakes come and replace th
by Friesian
300 words, 11 comments,
on Dec 19 12:24 PM 2008. In Contest, Description, Detail, Imagery, Other, Sleet, Snow, Snowflakes, Thoughts
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I can hardly recall the place were I was born; in the artery of the earth, near her pulsing heart. In the beginning, when I was young, my c
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