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I'd like to just say hello to you all Before I start this silly poem about my little blue ball This probly seems pointless Well actually it will be Well, not really pointless Just a little bit...
She was quietly folding her mistress' Leather mini skirt, She said she'd fallen over last night Slipping in the dirt, But we all now what happens When a flirtatious mountain troll Gets frisky with a...
She was the most beautiful creature man had ever seen, capturing every ones attention as she gracefully seemed to float across the floor, her brown curls, now quite heavily decorated with the falling...
He hung suspended by madness, orchestrating his motionless descent. Ascending only to fall, again, compounding agonies torment.
She straightened up, pushing away from him and putting a hand to her head. Glass crunched under her shoe, and she wobbled as reclaimed her footing.
This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever.
I'm in school, playing in the woods, everyday stuff, kids laughing some fighting boys chasing girls and girls kicking us in the balls.
Chapter One The mist swirled around Kritchels feet, as the soft crunch of the marshland under foot, echoed through the valley.
No one Else (Part 1) Sophie sat on a rock by the calm river up in the mountains behind her school. She was ditching like she always did.
Tall tall towers from which we can fly Faces of those who've passed that make us cry Roads and paths for our avatars to run Legs spinning like roadrunner, oh such fun A familiar place, yet...
Sharp as knives, blunt as bricks Use 'em well to get some kicks Make you laugh, make you cry Lay you low or get you high Used each day without a thought Seriously or just for sport Really good for...
His creations were nearly complete He smiled as he continued singing "The knee bone connects to the thigh bone" Those voices in his crazed head kept ringing The basement was damp and dark Rusted...
Shop 'til you drop Is that what they say.
I have been here many times before. I am alone. Nothing new there. This is just how it is. How it has been for the last twenty years or more.
#nightdwellers If (a) equals 1 and (b) equals 4 And (c) equals 2 and (d) equals more Then (b) divided by (c) plus (a) times (d) squared might equal a love triangle disguised as a cube.
Just entered this into a competition with the poetry society with the theme being "stripes" Lmfao worth a shot!.
Part 9 Now I remember who he was. He was the one who was about to pick up Danny from the party after what happened with Tristan. "Josh can you hear me?" she says one last time despretly.
You are so much more With lots in-between.
I see you pointing, Staring, Whispering my name Or rather the term you coined for me. 'There's his bird' With a snigger, cruel sneers Rubbing salt in the wound. No I'm not. I was. I am no longer.
Part 1 As everyone knows,this world is living and endless to the universe . But bad things happened back in the old days , back when Vladimir dracular was alive.
Drip, drop, Drip, drop. The rain on my roof will not stop. Each tiny drop of rain, Makes me wince with horrid pain. The memory of you, Hurts my heart.
It's gone too long. From the first day and then on. You push people around and hurt them in unnecessary ways. To you they must do things, whether they want to or not.
Let me guess, you read the title and automatically concluded that this was some fantasy story about a little fairy who lives in a cloud with her mother who is kind and beautiful and full of general...
Flash lights and the good life, keep calling out my name And I pray somehow something’s gonna change Bright lights in the skyline, let me lose my way ‘Cause I know somehow something’s gonna...