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A poem dedicated to my deceased boyfriend and Black's older brother. He died on September 29th 2011, while visiting his cousins in Nebraska. He just turned 20 a few weeks ago September 15th 1993.
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
i wrote this song from when i was in 6th grade and lived in texas (im in 7th now) and i dont live in texas now but this is to a guy that was my boyfriend after crushing on him 4 a while the kids who all hated me, told him i called his mom fat (i have never met his mom) and his friends kept sayin...
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I created this in my writing class, it's pretty much the philosophy of life. It's about what I've experienced on the television and what I've seen and heard. It's what you hear about everyday, all put into one poem. Though I do leave out some things about life so not all of it's in here. I'm in...
Stand under the blazing fire...
Wrote this at 13 hope it is okay
Poetry | Updated Dec 28, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 10
this is for my sister i havent met her because i lost connection with her when i was 3. i miss having my sissy there to help me when i need someone to talk to now i rely on friends who are girls to talk to and i may say they my sisters but they never will be i want my real sisssy with me!
Poetry | Updated Dec 26, 2011 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
A poem i wrote when i was 11 about life it's kind of short and in the end i turned it in to a song but here the words originally
This is a story of one of my best friend. We used to date but it went wrong.
The rest is in the poem. It really hurts to write it.
It's hard to know that the guy you love can't be in your life anymore the way you want him to.
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Book two (2) in the Horrors of Happyland book series.
In a world, tearing itself a part, is a secret. A secret humanity could easily use to stop the mess theyve created from continuing. Hidden in plain sight, is something no one can figure out. And the key to humanity's return and comeback...
Friends hurt each other. Friends should make up with each other.
It's all I crave.
It's all I dare to crave.
It's all I've known
For so many years.
I fear it's all I'll ever know
For many more years.
By Brittniiiee Xd
love hurts.torn apart.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
This is a poem that is close to me, of how myself and my mother have built a relationship because of how my *father* took me away from her and how in the end we have finally got our love back.