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Nasty pirates singing about what they do best. If your playing this on guitar the capo is on the third fret and your playing F, E and Am for most of it except for the "What else are the soldiers to do" part. There you play G, 200033, 022033, 002033.
I just came up with it one day... a story was forming in my head, but it turned out as a poem. I prefer calling it a ballad though. Its one of my favourite pieces among what i've written :)
Poem about guarding your heart, keeping it safe. Being scared to get hurt.
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2010 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Tabby escapse her old life that consisted of an abusive dad and loving mother. She ran away with help from some of her unusual friends. In this story you learn about love, adventure, and friendship. Through the hard times can love really save you?
I wrote this story a year or two ago. Its...
Learn about the potentially dangerous chemicals in teen deodorants and find safe alternatives.
Some good ideas on how to get your kids to brush thier teeth.
Everbody Crys and everybody feels this is for everybody who feels alone you are not and you will survive another day.
Poetry | Updated Sep 18, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is how easy it is to become introverted and not want to face anything or anyone but there is light at the end of the tunnel and you can not deal with your problems in isolation.
Poetry | Updated Sep 8, 2010 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Well, Terria has more than a few. But when these â€œshadowsâ€ arenâ€™t hiding in the background anymore, everything goes a bit crazy. Now they are after her, not just a simple chase, an around the world chase, and it determines whether Terria lives or is murdered like her family....
Novel | Updated Aug 31, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Set in a post apocalyptic world, where the remaining survivors have rebuilt their cities. These rebuilt cities are called "Saints." However there is nothing holy about these places. They are few and far between, and are ravished by war, poverty, and crime. There is no government, no law, no...
Some poetry and text
It kills me to see you cry. If your out there reading this, you know who you are.
there is this girl. No one understands her, but soon there is that special some one. her guardian angel, always there for her, holds her tight when she feels is she is falling off the edge... he is the frst who has ever got to know who she really is....
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Soul Huntress
You're like a lighter in a darkened place