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Pep rallies... Where to begin. I knew it was trouble When I first walked in. Pop music was playing. Teachers dancing, too. Seriously. I wasn't even next to you.
The night ran. For day was coming. Its bright lights burned. And the tables were turning. It gathered its stars and fled to the shadows. For daylight couldn't reach out all of its arrows.
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"Take all the time you need, my love. I know that things are tough. Though being apart hurts my heart, For now this is enough." "Your dreams are mine as well, you know. For you I want the best.
[Best viewed on iPad] R uthless selfish fulfilment of unreturned desire, A bject objectification of another, non-consensual P rostitution, though no recompense delivered, E xplicit denial of...
There is a girl I know, Her name is Unsung Melody, Her friends are kind to her, But she believes they are her enemies, She is a girl with no confidence, And she lives in life's celibacy, But her...
Ripped, onyx silk rippled in the swirling, icy winds. Cascading raven black hair whipped around delicate, porcelain flesh. A faintly shimmering silver crown danced in the eerie half light.
D ark cloud is looming, E verything black. P robing depression, R elentless attack. E rupt into tears, S oon they'll run dry. S o sorry I'm like this, E nd it I'll try.
There is a girl I know, Her name is Intimacy, She is beautiful, she is into me, And everyone in the street you see, Loves her, They love her infinitely.
Dark and dank the rain beats down Upon my shoulders without a care Brow firmly creased in a little damp frown Feels as though the sky might break and fall Taking off in a big white plane Up into the...
Slow burn. Worlds turn. And yet they stay. In their place today. Times change. And rearrange. Embrace the new. When they look for you. The old will seem. Like a fading dream. They hide, they guide.
Don't you want me to tell the, Acrostic topic right now. Really surprised that me, Klaire, got the acrostic;somehow. So here comes the word, Easy. Maybe. Or difficult. Could you do the acrostic.
I suddenly had a worrying thought..... What if our Opuss was sold and bought. What would happen to all our posts. What would happen to the people we like most.
(from Ode to Melancholy). Red rose. Black as midnight. Shall you oppose. With thy love I sail feather light. Red rose. Who art thou. I mean not impose. I only mean to love thee true. Red rose.
Just a thank you, A little message to you all, Those of you who've been so kind, When I've had an emotional downfall, It's no secret, That I've been struggling, A mixture of emotions, I've been...
The scene from my window. Is covered in white. The streets are aglow. Such a wonderful sight. Still sprinkles are floating. And falling to ground. So beautifully coating. The greens and the browns.
Some find it unusual, I make it commonplace. To take my tea with members of a multi-spindled race. The washing up's a doddle, done at four times the pace. When I invite an octopus to tea.
This pen is my wand. These words my enchantment. I'll speak to those beyond. With eye of newt and tail of serpent. It's you I wish to bewilder. To amaze and astound. I'll show you a world of wonder.
Strength , grace, and wisdom... I won't trade them for disgrace, money, or fame...
Few will understand the pure misery Of living beneath a mountain, next to the gorgeous sea.
Jotting down a couple words. To get me through the day. All of this inside my head. That no one hears me say. And now I've finally found a way. To let them understand. The only way to get it out.
Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
The empty wall ahead. Is being painted. With life's story. So many colors. Each important. All part of the picture. Red is for the Blood, spilt. From the loved, from the guilt.
Just thought I'd draw attention to the Bridport Prize writing competition. It's just opened for poetry, short stories and flash fiction and has prizes up to £5000.