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My fingers write/type on there own. my mind shuts down so everything is from my heart and soul. everything i lock inside is reavealed by my silent words being heard
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By The Girl Whos Name Means Life
Becomingthenewgirl, I'm here for you always, I promise I will never let you down, ever, that is my promise to you.
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Nothing But Memories
Caitlyn and Nate were high school sweethearts, they were madly in love for five long years and just as high school finished they broke up and went their seperate ways. Three years later and Nate wants Caitlyn back, he hasn't been able to move on and until she tells him that it's over for good he...
By Anna Lunak
Take it as you will.
This is from last winter or spring, but it's something I find myself thinking about a lot.
Comment? Like? (if you DO like it - I'm totally open to feedback so let me know)
By Eileen Mcguinness
Every day we see people falling over themselves to answer their cell phones.It seems that our lives are now incomplete unless we receive and make tex messages.The funniest thing i have ever seen is a woman pushing her young baby along a road and walking in to a lamp post.Her baby was calling out...
In this poem, I'm basically begging one of my best friends to stay in high school because he's destroying his life otherwise.
About paranoid people I know
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
This is the second one I'll be posting tonight. It's actually from this past July, so it's fairly recent. Like a lot of things I write, I started with one word that inspired me and things branched out from there. Feedback greatly appreciated. Thanks!
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime
By Lydia Moon
What is it?
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
All the things I need to know I cannot see.
Poetry | Updated Aug 28, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2