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I don’t think I could ever l’amour someone like I loved you
toi are my first and last l’amour
toi go I go
toi stay I stay
And toi might think that’s weird but that’s the way it goes
That’s the way l’amour is
And no matter how hard we try to let go
toi will always find your self coming back.

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Let’s go on a first date
Where it’s cold in the night
So toi can hold me close in your arms really tight.
Let’s wait for the train.
And if it starts to rains toi can be my shelter.
I will tell toi my feelings and toi will tell me yours.
We can laugh and Kiss and imagine always being like this.
And when the train comes
toi can take me home
I will let toi hold my hand until we arrive to my doorstep.
Were we will say our goodbyes?
And with a touch toi give me
I will be satisfied.
posted by UnderdogAsh
Chapter 5
The princess
Of Destiny

    I woke up to the glare of the morning sun shining in from a window. I was laying down, so I sat up and felt my a pile of foins, hay beneath me. I had a terrible headache and couldn’t remember a thing. I looked beside me and there was Link, laying down and looking at the ceiling.
    “Hey Link,” I said, “what happened?”
    “Well, Ashley, toi decided to run your mouth when some guard arrested us and they gave toi what toi deserved,” Link a dit harshly.
    It sort of came back...
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I stumbled upon link a while il y a and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded commentaire on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use plus concrete images in her poésie to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope toi do not mind me using toi as an example. If toi do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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added by axemnas
posted by HaleyDewit
Think toi got me good
Throwing rotten eggs
And trying to make me fall
But I got news for you
Your limited vocabulary
Won’t damage me at all

So keep doing what you’re doing if it gets toi through the night
But deep downs inside toi know I’m right

Get your head out the clouds
Keep your feet on the ground
Your words mean nothing to me
I don’t care what toi have to say
Save it for another prey
You’re the master of moronity


Can’t reason with you
Any argument I give
You simply blow away
But that won’t change the truth
You better grow some brain
‘Cause you’re giving stupid a bad name

I’d say open...
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posted by HaleyDewit
What’s wrong with me
I no longer seem to find a reason to be happy
Trying to hold back the tears searching their way to my cheeks
Swallowing the scream that’s trying to escape my throat
What wrong with me
Wallowing myself in the darkness that’s consuming me
Hoping there’ll be a jour where I can see things clear
Hoping one jour I’ll find my way back home

You better run, run, run, rus as fast as toi can
Before I drag toi down

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg toi nice from my knees
Take away this agony
I’m a wreck
‘Cause since you’re...
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posted by emmyliz11
pain fills my cœur, coeur and brings me to the darkside where I reside for awhile. Until I'm grabbed par the hand and pulled out par a so-called friend who just pushes me back in and leaves me to cry in the darkest corner of my heart. I feel like I'm being ripped apart, limb par limb, every string of my cœur, coeur played par the devil's hand. I feel like I'm not whole, like I'm nothing without him. The one one who killed his best friend, the one who left me alone, I didn't know how to swim. All I want is him to come back and hurt me again. He was my only friend, ou so I thought, but when he slapped me across my face, that's emotion toi can't replace and I faced it everyday ou so for a an and a half. Don't try to sympathize because I know with my cœur, coeur and soul that toi will leave and let me go with crappy bittersweet goodbyes...
Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an Angel dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her cœur, coeur is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes donné up on her halo,
shes donné up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my cœur, coeur bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my cœur, coeur follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful toi are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe toi like them (:
I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.

For my Creative écriture Class

The Faith Healer

He a dit to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her...
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posted by Spinner13
A poem I wrote a little while back, inspired par something I was reading... toi probably wouldn't believe it after lire this, but I'm usually a pretty cheerful person. :)


    Looking Backwards in the Dark
    
Our days are numbered par the gods
and counted par demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
l’amour is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand...
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posted by mitchie19
10. M A K E I T H A P P E N


“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...
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 Envelope with the royal joint, joint d’étanchéité
Envelope with the royal seal
par Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British Queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the Queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. lire the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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posted by HaleyDewit
It's a beautiful day
Sun is shining on a bright sky
How could we ask for more?
But still I 'm wondering
How can they act like this?
Are they shutting their eyes for this emptyness?

And now I need to face it alone
I need to make it on my own

So don't cry
Everything will be all right
You've gotta live your life
You need to let it go
So don't cry
Give them your little smile
Hide the tears in your eyes
About the pain they don't need to know


It's a wonderful day
People smile and are happy
How couldn't this be enough?
But still I ask myself
How can they pretend like this?
Are they running away from this darkness.

And...
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posted by HaleyDewit
I might be addicted to you
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless

So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted

I’m digging myself a grave
Will toi push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought toi would leave me behind
So toi can save your breath
I’m already death


Do toi ever think about me
When toi reminisce about the times that have been
Do you...
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