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Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem means I hate you, I want to kill you in a painful way but I love you so die in peace.
I also had a good laugh writing this :)
By Edward Lover
What was Edward's life before he was changed? What was his reation to the new vampire world he had just joined? We all want answers to these questions. So find out in First Dawn.
I can't take this anymore
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 8
This is what I do when I'm mad about something, I make it into a poem.
Or you know throw something.
This is the healthy way I deal with anger.
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
I'm emo, I'm caving in, and dead-ish...
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
I'm gonna do something a little different here....
Thie is what I sound like...when I'm sick haha. I always like to associate a voice or a face to the words I read, so I suppose that now I'm offering at least part of that.
As I implied, this is a song I recorded when I was pretty sick a...
Poetry | Updated Mar 5, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
i had an accident in october 2000,i was in traction for nine days this was just a little poem i wrote while i was bed ridden.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This poem tells the horrible truth about meat.And how much I hate it though I unfortuntly wouldnt be able to live without it .Its horrible crueltly
sick of going to work,sick of not being sick enough to take a day off work,just sick of working altogether?
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
this chapter is in Leanne's POV so just so u kno.
I'm sick today...so I thought I would write a poem about it.
Poetry | Updated Feb 19, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
becoming the trigger, and letting the blade lure you is a dirty thing to do....I made a bad mistake...which I hope to never do again, because it is foolish... no matter how bad you feel, it is not a wise choice...
I saw a little boy in a shopping mall one christmas. His hair was missing and he had a mobile i.v. unit with him. I wrote this shortly after...
Poetry | Updated Feb 16, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2