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By Florence 347
Camille,Samantha and Catherine have been friends forever. But now two new boys moved in town and catherine wants to know more about them... will catherine's,camille's and samantha's friendship become stronger or will they take different paths...
will she trust...
in an essence, this pertains to my real life. enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2010 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
By Snowcone Ninja
i reeally am bad at it!
By X3 Your Poison
Oh man, words love to make me move! Words could mean alot of things xP
this is a poem i wrote myself i hope you like it.....
Eleanor Holstarlor is an opera singer/primary school teacher recently out of college. Her life is fairly normal; chatty friends, loving boyfriendand the typically annoying family. The only glitch being her boyfriend, Terry, is a member of one of the most notorious criminal gangs in the world....
its interesting boz its about love
I couldn't even for this into poetry. Deictaed to Amy; who broke up with me 5/6/10
So These Are The Authors I Usaully Read; Any Suggestions Are Welcome. I Have DEFIANTLY Left Some out :L
Thankfully; Written Before Stephaine Meyer Had A 'Bright Idea'
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
A Story Of A Boy Who Is Put Into An Asylum.
The Humour Is Rather Rough.
If Anything Offends You, Don't Bother Commenting.
Don't Stereotype In Your Comments.
This Was Written By A Girl, Well Done Geniuses.
DOES HEAVEN HAVE A PHONE NUMBER?
By Tarik Freitekh
Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down; I need her right away,
Operator, can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part? I don't know where to look.
I think my daddy needs...
She is my mom.
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1