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Random First Lines:My name is Adalaide. I am 16 years old and I live in Grimmswick with my dad and my brothers. My brothers and I have different mothers because my... » Read
A dainty little pig
wobbles to and fro
in a muddy sty
Standing in line, for hours it seems,
I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams.
An innocent child in the womb,
By Poet 3
Previouisly "Untitled(as of yet)" I have decided to make the short story into a novel. It is about a young pair of Dark Elves who live on the surface among the surface elves. They face the ridicule of their peers and the hate of their teachers. They are on a quest to prove to their peers that...
While traveling along through lifes dreary droll,
From light to light, the traffic did crawl.
By Brian Peza Perrins
For the people out there that cannot show their true emotions and to those that do not understand.
is this a lesson god has to teach?
My angels at arms reach
i can barely speak i can tell its the end of the weeks
i warm to their touch, all their laughs and giggles and such
two days in heaven only to fall in to hell
slipping fingers touch
I burn in the cold shadows of hell untill the...
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
You inspired me at a glance
You are like an orchid gleaming
under a celestial moon
Crazy as it seems.
Beyond my wildest dream.
It snuck up on us it seems.
The bubbles float freely.
They take away your fears.
I Haven't made love like this.
In so very many years.
In a cave the witch does live
Icky and creapy with spider webs
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
Your tender words
Your tender touch
Your tender look
Makes me blush
Through thick and thin
Through happiness and bliss
Through pain and shame
To death do we part
I am with you
You are with me
Forever together we shall be
Just a little something i wrote last night. The title tells it all really.. Just to say that unhappiness poses behind love so becareful.
no summary why you wont give my work a chance so whats the difference I gues if youor unknown your no good thats my op
ion anyway how are you ever going to find new ideas if your minds are so shut you wont let anything you dont know in it
whatever happened to open concsesness I guess thier all...