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Your eyes, pure ponds of blue, stare into mine, muddy piles of brown. Your arms wrap around my waist and I wonder if your heart is beating as fast as ...

Yeah. Um... I'm not quite sure about this. I really like poetry, it just seems like I can't get better... so any advice or useful suggestions would really help me. ...

As I sit alone in a dark room, with nothing to look at but my ripped arms. And my lonely heart of stone. I did love him, I did. I ...

Chapter three She stood up, her heart acing; but yet it wasn’t there. She looked in the mirror, and couldn't’t help to think she was beautiful. Her long black hair, ...

I stand there, On the dance floor, I pout my red lips and flutter my mascara drenched eyes softly, Looking around the room, For someone, I’m done with the wannabes ...

The night of 18 falling stars Only 7 more crashed cars. As I'm finding the words You're running away... What force on earth Will make you stay? And I’m turning ...

Standing on the corner Always looking in. Standing there, I fought to wonder What do I see in him? An epic battle rages inside of me A battlefield I’ll be ...

When mommy hits me once, mommy hits me twice, Then mommy says she’s sorry, and that it wasn’t very nice. I know the pain is real, and I know it ...

Hiya! I don't know if I have read anything else of yours. the wonder capitalise the 't'. Alright, after reading this, I will be honest and say I thought it ...

Small Life, Empty Space * She walked out onto the street And saw that all was ash And no photographs were made. All the lights were sleeping And flowers bled ...

Every tear I cry I know is because of you as it slips down my cheek and makes a little puddle on the floor and I drown in it. Every ...

You know she's a flutist because she strikes up to join the rest of her band with her shoulders powdery white and bare despite il maestro's orders. But nobody minds ...

How uncomfortable it is after the launch when we glance down at the houses and stores and stadiums and realize that we are simply microcosms under a cloudy-foam ocean. It ...

As she gazed out to the glittering sea, there was no stirring. She imagined an illusion, an unexpected kiss. Turning back and waving, she faced the wind. It blew through ...