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We all, as writers, get that urge to just take a small thought that planted itself in our minds, and water it until it grows and branches. The urge to just write until all that is inside of you is reflected back towards you, and you have a small piece of yourself mirrored outside of your mind...
A while ago, my girl friend and I broke up. We have our reasons. Those reasons being that she fell for one of my ex boyfriends.
I wrote this a while back, and it's not goodm but whatever.
My ex girlfriend has snce dumped him because she found him cheating on her. The same reason I left him in...
What makes different things appealing to different people? Can we even claim appeal as our own?
Remember when I said we'll learn together?
Well my Love, the report card is in.
This was about a boy who denys any emotions towards me. So, I shall do the same.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
cold, bitter and partially frozen
practically empty, it become almost hallow
so much to give, so little received
so fogged over it's almost blind
the weight so heavy, crushingly unbearable
so confused with things, so angry with itself
growing thick with regret, it closes out
so many battles...
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There was always a near second in which one could claim full consciousness for their actions - however, that doesn't mean they are.
By Grey Sanders
A twisting and turning plot of a young man's/woman's thoughts about a girl. Depends on how you look at it.