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What's happening to Halloween?!?. My favorite holiday is becoming obscene. It's so close now it's driving me nutty. And why are all the Halloween costumes nowadays so frickin slutty.
Through the door There she lies The wicked witch The evil eyes In her chamber Fire and stew Potions and pots Eyeballs too Crooked fingers Casting a spell Making frogs and ghouls Humans...
This is written by a teenage girl who is soon to leave the world due to cancer. As her dying wish she wants as many people as possible to live their lives to the fullest since she never will...
Little Miss Stuff it. Sat on her bucket. Drinking herself away. Along came a spider. Sid he did tell her. A friend to Miss Stuff it some say. So Little Miss Stuff it. With Sid and her bucket.
Tiny little kitten as cute as can be, But your paws are to small and your tail is to wee, You chase me round the kitchen all day long, No wonder I can smell a sweaty pong, You eyes are sneaky, your...
There's a message behind every story,. A reason that's hidden behind,. Something we don't dare say,. Something that never leaves out mind,. Why we do things,. Why we seem to not care,.
Coming home early from school, Only spent two minutes before I had to go. Too many people asking too many questions, 50 messages all sent in a row.
Love is always yellow, never blue, and best of all it's there for you..
Much to my dismay I find I won't be writing much today. So many things to do and say. I've just had a really bad day. I really can't think. My mind's on the blink. And my writing's beginning to stink.
I see you and me together again. Holding hands and feeling the pain. What a beautiful dream - I wish it was true. But I am only dreaming - dreaming of me and you..
Pain, pain Go away Please come back another day I'm tired of games And feeling ashamed Stop pulling tricks And making me sick Enough is enough I'm done acting tough Please stop making me act this...
Belle, trapped inside his home. Ella, working all alone. Aurora, sleeping life away. Snow, singing to pass the day. Jasmine flies away at night. Wendy doesn't want to fight.
ARTS A PASSION NOT A PAINTING.
Stay strong Please Before I bleed No failure needed Come over here No need for fear Don't break down Don't cry Make that smile a mile I will take care If you let me You see But remember to Stay...
Today is going to be my lazy day. I'll just eat mochi and watch anime. I really won't do much, like leave the house and such. I think I'll just stay home.
It's etched in these pages. It's as pure as the snow. It's seen on the faces. Of many I know. It devours their being. It taunts their mind. A cure is something. They cannot find.
He looked into the mirror,. Eyes glistening with tears,. To see a silhouetted figure,. He hadn't seen in years,. The waiting tears overflowed,. And spilled down his cheek,.
The poem with no name...
I woke up with a lazy eyes looking unto you Saturday, when the time engine walks to my door take a halt for a day.
The things I like: The soft, snowflakes hugging the land in white. The sparkling moon that makes the land look so bright. The big blue feathers on the peacocks back.
I'm nobody. Who are you. Are you nobody too?.
I'm so sick of all the madness, I'm so sick of all the pain. I'm sick of the psychotic world I live in. I'm so sick of feeling like I'm insane. I'm so sick of feeling sad. I'm so sick of being mad.
Work hard, and try and get paid; That's how most stars are made. But it isn't all about skill, and dazzling good looks; It's about what you do, and who's in your books.
Knife in my heart. Bullet in my mind. Kill my spirit. Then leave me to die. I hide it all without a trace. And paint a smile on face. You'll never know my pain. Until I write in a note.