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By Fate Hates Me
Belle Princesse Magnifique was not exactly typical. She was always moving. Belle Princesse is French for beautiful princess. Magnifique is magnificent in french. Her family got caught with their line of work and Belle was sent off to America to live with her cousin. She was not very social until...
By Fate Hates Me
Miranda was your typical girl without many friends but four protective brothers and an stripper mother. Her brothers taught her to be one of the guys. She was strong emotionally and physically, will someone slip in and break her hold on reality.
(Authors's note: This is the revised, rewritten...
Feeling lost and dead... please comment ?
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Alice is a young fourteen year old girl living in an innocent time in your average suburban neighborhood. However, one night, walking home late, she is approached by a man that would change her life forever, for better or for worse. Now, on a detour away from what is usually familiar to her, she...
This is about soldiers over in Iraq
By Keith Paz
A bit of writing I hope a friend will see for what it is. A description of what might be his current situation. I found myself walking in the shoes I think he wears now, so when he spoke to me recently and he seemed to be in
Knowing someone was only with you to hurt you but loving them anyway. Knowing they left to kill you off but it didn't work. You wan't to please them so you guess the best thing to do is make things end like they wanted them to.
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
I originally wrote this poem on February 2009. I just found it today on a loose sheet of paper and tucked away in a text book.
I am not extremely happy with it, but I am pleased with it. I was going through some difficult patches at the time and now that I am a bit better; looking back I saw...
I started having problems sleeping after taking some medication, I started over using them too much. At the time I was on my last luck before I stopped.
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem that I wrote in fifth grade when we were reading
A poem about my feelings.
I wrote this poem after a phone call I recieved from a friend of mine, who needed help as one of her other friends had taken an overdose of lithium. It made me think back on the days when I was used anti-depressants. The numb feelings that I had, and how empty I felt because the drugs stoped me...
Poetry | Updated Oct 26, 2009 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
For those who are hidden to themselves....
SOMetimes being numb is a blessing...
For thsoe who have hide their true feelings out of fear or selflessness to others...