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Spoiler! : Cheerfully dedicated to my clueless, annoying stalker. Though 100 times more harmless than the one in the poem, I'll still gladly kick his butt any day. I know ...

[I tried to re-write something I wrote a long time ago and unfortunately, I don't like the way it turned out. I'd love it if you read through this though ...

PLEASE help me out with edits on this story. I just wrote it wanted to share it with all of you! Lay on the edits!

All I Know of HateChapter OneWhen I picture paradise, the first thing that comes to mind is birds. They flit from tree to tree, glinting red as ripe strawberries, green ...

This poem is full of imagery: the title is the only clue you're getting - It's short but deep! Please take time to read and review! Go on:Drop it in;Let ...

My friend wrote this and asked me to post it so, here it is.I was looking for a friend and not just anyone would do, When my eyes stopped searching ...

I'm not sure if this is any good yet so please comment and let me know. I appreciate all criticism. Thank you!I don’t want to hurts my heartTo keep my ...

Nonchalant"Verse 1:As always you have beenCareless, selfish and senselessBroke all the ways out of your rusesCut people's heart and bruise themPre chorus:I begged the sky to take me away from ...

Chapter 8: The ReasonsTwo days. Two days have passed since Rin became a ward to the Orphanage. Two days since our letters arrived. Two days they have been sitting upstairs. ...

The green paint of the walls acts like a mirror. It bounces the light onto me, forbidding me to stay in the darkness. The white of the canopy bed is ...

Verse 1I believe that we were meant to be--forever and ever, eternallybut the stars in the skywhispered to the mo-onand made us forgetthe things that we kn-ew.Verse 2And time came ...

No, I am not pregnant.

3. The Gold DiggerIt turns out, on June 12th on the way to the airport, Gerald actually forgot the damn passports at home. It was a good thing they arrived ...

*edit: By the way, people, it's not a poem. =_=Beep.Beep.Beep.Life is a fragile thing. In a moment, it can be cut short, affecting all the other lives around it. When ...

I ducked as the royal blue plate crashed into the wall behind me and shattered into a thousand pieces. My short yellow dress couldn’t protect me from the shards of ...