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posted by campcheerio123
The creeking silence of age echos through the streets.
Sounds like old wooden floors under heavy feet.
All of the children once running around have evacuated
یا maybe they’ve just disappeared

Where have all the children gone?

Just yesterday they were tying ribbons in trees and swinging from the branches.
They were leaping over hot coals and swooning at anything

Where have all the children gone?

Those of us who remain wonder around like abandoned children in shopping malls.

Where have all the children gone?

Maybe this is just a dream
Maybe we are sleeping in rooms filled with metal shelves
If we put our ears to those shelves they would tell us stories of how they were emptied

Emptied سے طرف کی the fingers of fathers
Emptied into the flesh of their sons and daughters.

Where have all the children gone?

We hope they’re hiding
We hope they’re playing a game
But we know this is really happening

Where have all the children gone?
posted by IlovePatch97
I look down at the snow below
Thinking of its familiar glow

I remember the trees that tore at my wet clothes
And the horrid wind that stung my nose

I tripped and had fell to weak to move
Thinking I had nothing to lose

My eyes began to close and I started to drift away
My mind refusing to disobey

It took me سے طرف کی the hand and I felt warm
Almost glad to be taken سے طرف کی the storm

Now I watch from up above wondering what I did wrong
And why I was one chosen to sing the angels song
posted by sawfan13
Chapter 2




The اگلے morning, Ginny and Promise were making breakfast, as Shawna was smoking a cigarette, dressed in
her usual phony Goth get up, trying to look as bad پچھواڑے, گدا as possible (she didn't. Of course it could never work. She was a spoiled brat from Philadelphia who won a ton of beauty contests from age one to about age eighteen.) Though, years of smoking and losing weight had made her not very beautiful at all. She always looked like she was starving and never wanted to eat. Her teeth were stained and rarely brushed. She had a hateful attitude and would hurt people without consequence. Ginny...
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posted by IlovePatch97
My love so beautifully bound in robes of scarlet hue
With nails so black scraping away at rotting church pews
I tell آپ I love آپ مزید than myself
But to understand, from me آپ shall receive neither money nor wealth
What آپ تلاش for is not emotion یا passion, it’s much مزید precise
It’s the golden fortune which comes with a price
So آپ take the deal and strike my head
Your beating heart, now made of lead
Allow me the peace of mind to soften the last deadly blow
Perhaps this is how our story ends of آپ the Raven and I the Crow



(Crows and Ravens, in European legends are known to symbolize death)
posted by hgfan5602
I will remember آپ always.
Will آپ remember me?
That is a سوال for آپ to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
آپ will always be in my heart.
For I know that آپ will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every منٹ of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the آگ کے, آگ
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the تبصرے and شائقین :) Please read and review*
Chapter 15
    A scream in the dark
    I yelled against the mouth, fighting around it. They leaned towards me, “Spying can lead to something very deadly.”
    “Who are you?!” I yelled, but it was muffled so it sounded weird.
    Was it bubble gum girl…no, it couldn’t be here. This person looked like they had black hair, یا was that a cap?
    I struggled against the hand, it felt to hard to be a girl’s, but it smelled...
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posted by alicia386
Maycen, Elysia, Gabriel, and Arthur stood in a دائرے, حلقہ around some ashes that once was Dylon Mathers, the famous novelist. HIs life came to a sudden end. It wasn't because he wrote bad books. It was what he based his کتابیں off of. It is one thing to write about fiction but it is entirely different if آپ write about someone's past and have everyone read it. As I, Kyler Adams, write this horrific tale, I only want آپ to promise آپ won't share this with a soul. My life depends on it.

Writing this tale will lead me to the same fate as Dylon's. I only wish to share this with آپ to inform آپ of...
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posted by wantadog
Chapter 2!


Juliet retrieved the papers from the chicken pen, saying hi to a few of them while she was there, and made her way towards the road. She considered going back to ask her mother about dad again, but decided that it could wait. She would talk to her about it when she got back. Jessica reached the gate leading to the road and left, taking care to remember to close it. Her farm was about a mile away from the rest of the town, so it took her about 10 منٹ of walking to arrive. On the way, Juliet dropped a piece of paper. Her hands were pretty full, so she folded it and put it in her...
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posted by Dhampires
I'm cheerful on the outside yes, but under this huge hyperfilled, cheerful girl is a fragile antique.

On the outside some see me as normal یا energetic maybe the one سیب, ایپل with a hole in the barrel.

I'll plaster a smile every now and then to دکھائیں the me-the fake me- to disguise the actual one pulling the strings.

As I stand before the mirror starring at myself I see that figure looming behind me his hand on my shoulder.

And at that moment my mask breaks and I'm stunned at my actual self.

I'm filled with depression, sadness, anger and haterid.

Never did I want to ever see the true me.

The mirror breaks and the man اگلے to me whispers "Your mine." I look down in defeat.

Dropping to the ground-on my knees-I begin to cry.

He got the better of me and now I am no more.

"I'm a monster." I say to myself through a sob.
posted by dragonsmemory
There are many different Kinds in Eden, and each has its own language. Since the geography of the planet forced the Kinds to coexist, many words are shared between tongues, albeit with changed meanings. This مضمون focuses mainly on the language of the dragons.

Draconian is one of the most difficult languages to learn to write. The placement of certain letters and accents changes the meaning of the various words and phrases. There are few beings willingly to teach this strange tongue, and few of them reside on Earth.

The word eht, in Draconian, means "love." However, with the addition of a...
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posted by Problematic129
*Thanks for all the تبصرے and شائقین :) Please read, review, and don't copy*
Chapter 4
        Ali, the overdramatic partier
    Right now were making our way to some exclusive party that Ali got invited to. Since I’m introducing آپ to my دوستوں in a horrible dis-organized order, there’s one vital important thing about Ali.
    Like I’ve told آپ she’s the great partier out of us all, not afraid to attend a party at a college guys dorm, which sends red flags up everywhere in my mind. But since she knows...
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posted by hgfan5602
I am a broken-winged eagle
Who cannot fly
Because I have set no goal for myself.
Other people laugh and scoff at me,
And I know that I must quickly find something
To hope for.

Everyday I think,
"What's the use? Nothing is my talent. Give up."
People think I am nothing but stupid,
But I can see that light within myself.
I have not yet soared.
I have not yet found my dream.

One day, I find something unique to dream for.
Writing.
Something that can take me to faraway places
Anywhere, beyond this universe.
And now I can soar.
Far, far, faraway

Where no one can catch me.
Where no one can disturb me.
Where I can be free.
Where I will no longer be
A broken-winged eagle.
posted by hgfan5602
Let us go on a journey
Let us hold hands in joy
Let us sit on the warm white sand
And let us watch the sun set tonight

We're gonna be a pair
We're gonna fly away
And let nobody go into our minds
Toni-i-ight

We're gonna slowly stand up
Listen to the waves
Roar and wash into the sand
And I'm gonna lean on you

Oh where were the times?
Where were the moments?
It seems like last year
When I kissed آپ and locked eyes

The sun's settin
But we're never gonna leave each other
Not if we stay together
Like ever...like forever

Watch the sun set
Watch the waves roll into each other
Oh my dear,
We're gonna never be separated

Sun sets,
Waves roll,
We're gonna sleep...
Side سے طرف کی side.
added by hgfan5602
posted by Dhampires
She waited at the doorstep nearly all night he never came.

She quietly made my way to our room his image was the only thing that flooded my head.

'Would he come home? Had something happened to him? If it had why hadn't someone called?' she was thought she knee on the inside she was being over dramatic.

She leaned over her balcony looking on to the woods beyond the night stares filled the sky shimmering like diamonds, she smiled as the northern lights appeared it was rare to see in such a place other han Alaska but they shown bright. And as quickly as they came they left.

She quickly washed up and...
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posted by alicia386
I use to know you
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my دل broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took آپ a second
to rearrange my whole day

I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
آپ blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet آپ knew that

I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him

i hope you're different
it would help
if آپ werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of آپ to stop by
but please go ہوم now

I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see آپ again
i wont be there when آپ fall
just know that i
wont pick آپ up again
posted by para-scence
“Craig! Get up! We’re going to be late!“ My sister Rachel pounded her fist on my door. I reluctantly opened my eyes to look at the clock. I had only ten منٹ to get ready. I cursed under my breath and got dressed quickly, not bothering to grab anything to eat. I got to Rachel’s car just before she was about to ditch me. I tried to catch up on my algebra homework on the car ride to school.

“You really should’ve done that yesterday,“ Rachel scolded me. “You’re failing as it is.“ Of course, little miss perfect always had to tell me what I was doing wrong, even if she was...
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posted by Problematic129
I believe this is part 7, with another mixture of funny and inspiring pictures, cause let's face it. It's pretty hard to get fully serious, always have a happy funny mind to lighten everything in the middle of heartache and pain. Just a word of advice. Some pictures here come from pinterest hellobeliver.com, tumblr, gummy chocolates tumblr and deviant art (look for maryana02. deviantart .com), look for them, there awesome. I think one of these pictures is a repeat not sure, and too lazy to look fro the others.
Again I own absolutely nothing, and I do hope آپ smile laugh and get inspired because those are just wonderful feelings and it's the purpose of all of this.
Enjoy!
posted by malmcd
SLOTH

'Do آپ ever get off the couch, sir?
Do آپ ever get off the سوفی, لٹانا and stop watching TV?
Do آپ ever go for a run?
Do آپ ever simply walk around یا exercise outside?
Do آپ just play video games all day, sir?
Do آپ even do any work?
Man, آپ are lazy! '

I would not be surprised if someone
Said this to you, my friend,
For I am the cause of it all.
I am one of the Deadly Sins,
As آپ humans call me,
For I am what makes people a lazy bum.

I am a daemon from the pits of hell,
As are all my other brothers,
But I must say,
That I am not a sin,
But rather a human instinct.
And it amuses me to see آپ sit around...
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