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    Faith Do your friends believe you?

    How do they do that? Do you believe them? How do you do that? The answer might be something like this : "I don't know why. May be because we have known each other all along. May be because of.. this feeling.. I know I can trust him/her." Yes, you are correct. There is no...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response 6 days ago

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    Date A Girl Who Writes.

    Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
    Infinitiever Infinitiever 16-17, F 1 Response May 21, 2013

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    Who Am I?

    For those of you who don't know me, We already have something in common, I am a dreamer, A lost soul, Trying to find myself Through the shattered that was once my heart, Through the pain that sieges my body, Through the clouds that distract my every thought. I am a victim, Not of...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 2 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    The beast in me it stirs Got sanity blurred And

    im choking on the words Baby Things inside me You've never heard Theres a little girl afriad To let the monster out of her Keeps it caged So no one gets hurt Best be ready Best be alert Its waiting on the opportunity To take over her Oh i hear it Rattling those bars again And i...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 6 days ago

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    Thoughts Of A Hopeless Romantic

    She’s a storm in my heart. 
 She’s the thunder. 
The lightning.
 The rain. 
 She’s everything I’m afraid of, and everything I love.
 She’s the rush of the wind. 
The warmth on my skin. The quivering of my bones.
 She’s the snow on my tongue...
    LunaKye LunaKye 22-25, F 3 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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    When you're young you look at the world

    so lightly that you don't understand sadness.. You have such an innocent, happy view of things that you don't see it as a cruel place. But when you grow older you understand why people jump off of bridges and overdose on pills... It's a hard life for all of us.. That doesn't...
    Chelsea56 Chelsea56 18-21, F 2 Responses 2 days ago

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    ... How?...

    .. How ? Please tell me how ... .. How can I smile If you don't ? .. How can I laugh If you always cry ? .. How can I breathe If you're badly hurt ? .. How can I sleep If you daily suffer ? .. How can my heart beat If your heart is bleeding ? .. How can I not think of you...
    Hope1001 Hope1001 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 14, 2013

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    Where Is My Little Sweet Poem ?

    As the crescent appears on the night skyAt the lovely sight, my mind jumps to a highThe moment I spot your shadow, I know it's youMy heart shines and says this moment is true.Where, where is my little poem ?The one I wrote and folded in my dreamDid it dissolve between the...
    thoughtbubble thoughtbubble 36-40, M 2 Responses Jan 1, 2013

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    I am that person.. I am the person who's been

    there for you for some of the worst days of your life.. I'm the person who stayed with you when some of those who you considered friends left you.. I'm the person who supported you when you were struggling with your career even by just being your driver.. I'm the person who's...
    Iknowsomethingnow Iknowsomethingnow 26-30, F 1 Response Apr 8

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    John Keating: You must strive to find your own

    voice because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are going to find it at all. RIP Sir!
    valcas valcas 26-30, F 5 days ago

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    Stillwater a storm is stirring inside It's

    cold in New York You're alive If you cry The sensation of obsession Hold me up so high That I feel alive Then I shatter As You Say goodbye So cold in New York This life is a lie I want to find the light In your eyes You're alive If you cry And breathe in the...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    There is a need for the superheros.

    They need to exist. Without the heroes, who will save us? I have always hoped to become one of them, but it wasn't meant to be. I am still trying to accept this. I wanted to be a hero since I can remember. My whole life I waited for my super powers. I waited to be given the...
    purposebuilt purposebuilt 22-25, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Whether it's writing my own story plot

    for one of my game, book or film ideas, I completely love it. It allows me to try and put my creativity to the test.
    Danster18 Danster18 18-21, M 1 day ago

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    I love to write, but my grammar

    and spelling sucks so I don't do it as much as I would like to.
    idkemotional idkemotional 13-15, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    It doesnt seem so long ago I felt alone Secrets

    hidden in my bones Skeletons That hid all i know I lived like a ghost Moving undetected and solo Hid my face my name It was best they don't Cant take the risk Of one more blow The loneliness Was all i had to hold But it grasped me back Began to choke Until i rebelled it...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 6 days ago

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    When I was younger, i used to have some sort of

    power, something that kept me moving through all the obstacles, the sad incidents.. That power was the power of hope, the power of the dreams. The fact that i still have my life ahead of me helped me to imagine and fantasise about the future life. I used to see myself in the...
    XXgirlXX XXgirlXX 26-30, F 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    words are my soldiers.

    I am their leader. they form my precious army. which I can change the world. they are loyal, cunning, brave and courageous. and they have hearts made of pure gold. I am the leader, the spark, the one to change them. before they change me.
    thefandomthief thefandomthief 13-15, M 3 hrs ago

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    *written months ago* She walked up to him The

    mask of all is demons reflected back at him from her face Taunting him to come at her An elusive reflection of himself He held it all back behind clenched jaws She reached out her hand towards him He knocked it away He stepped to the left She stepped to the right He stepped to...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 6 days ago

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    Hey I have a blog that I started.

    Check it, also if your on Wordpress follow me thanks. ☺️ www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    This...

    I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance... Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 8, 2012

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    Punctuation and gramar.

    . Call me old fashioned, but what is being taught in schools nowadays? I know that it is taught that content is the most important part of writing, not how it is written, but so much of what I read here and elsewhere I have trouble understanding. One sentence runs into another...
    OhGwyneth OhGwyneth 31-35, F 5 Responses Mar 25

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    Out With the Old I have seen this world before.

    I can't imagine it becoming much more beautiful, although, I do hope I am wrong. I want to see water change color, and the sky turn purple. I want clouds to interact with crowds below, and birds sing with the radio. I want light to multiply and separate. I want wind to...
    purposebuilt purposebuilt 22-25, M 6 days ago

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    I look at the clock, The seconds feel like

    minutes, Minutes feel like hours, Hours feels like days. When will the time speed up? Will it ever speed up? The uncertainty is driving me insane, I want the seconds to feel like seconds! The minutes to feel like minutes! When my eyes are open it's like an unending day, But...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 4 Responses Dec 3, 2013

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    Yes! From stories, to songs,

    to how my day was, goals, my feelings, who I am, sorting things out, ideas, etc. I can call my writing notebook both a diary or journal because it's mixed and has of everything. c:
    ShootingStar7 ShootingStar7 13-15, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    People think they know me,

    they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
    cantpick cantpick 18-21, F 3 Responses May 12

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    I love to write. I could write about

    so many things. Real things, raw things, strange things, truth things, lies things. Things that only few have the strength to write and even fewer to admit to themselves.
    ventingagain ventingagain 31-35, F 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    jaynick15 jaynick15 13-15, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Revenge What do you care about in life?

    What gives you peace? I hope your answer aint revenge. It can hurt the person whom you intend it for. But at a cost...Because it will only consume you in the end and turn you into something truly ugly. And even, at times, take over you. Dont let that happen to you, people...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    Of welcomes and goodbyes As we think more

    and more about it, life, our whole life is filled with many hi and too many byes. But it is not the act of letting go that is painful. It is the fact that you did not have a moment to say a proper goodbye, that hurts the most. I thought I did that. I thought I had a chance to...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response 6 days ago

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    The Open Book

    Does anyone here have a blog where others can read your stuff?  If anyone is interested I have posted two short chapters of one of my recent stories, its called 'Something Evil This Way' and I will probably be posting a new chapter this weekend.  I would love any kind...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 1 Response Sep 1, 2007

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    Concrete Walls

    Love..... I did not have the strength to scale your concrete walls. Clinging to the rope, I had no faith in myself. Beautiful gardens thrive inside, with roses, violets, and hibiscus. A coat of thick healthy grass, im sure, lines the tender ground underneath. Tall solid trees...
    DreamChristine DreamChristine 31-35, F 6 Responses Mar 28, 2013

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    Afterglow

    Two bodies tangled up in the middle of a king size bed. Tiny shafts of light slicing thru the darkness. This eyes opens but he dare not move. He does not want her to wake. Even in her sleep she smiles. The glow of last night shinning off her skin. The scent of lavander and roses...
    myheartswords myheartswords 41-45, F 3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

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    “There is no greater agony

    than bearing an untold story inside you.” ― Maya Angelou
    autumnwinds20 autumnwinds20 22-25, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    My Story For Sara And The Snowcat.

    My EP friends had asked me to add a story comment for Tassie's story Snowcat...It is about Sara and Snowcat visiting different countries and enjoying their journey. In my story Sara and Snowcat visits India for a bit... The original story is:EP Link I thought of saving my story...
    papri papri 26-30, F 5 Responses Dec 15, 2012

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    I hold my breath And count the stars I'm not

    quite sure Just where we are The strings have frayed And in my sleep I forget your name Plunging too deep It was never meant; Not a one night thing But there's someone else Whose song you sing I'd be better off If you were cruel; In the knowledge that I was just your tool I...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 3 Responses Jun 14

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    Life Search I am not a hero,

    and I am not special. I assumed growing up would bring me power or fame. I always pictured myself living in a place that didn't exist. I knew I would become a man of great importance. I would have to fly around the world for business, and I would take my own plane. Private...
    purposebuilt purposebuilt 22-25, M a week ago

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    I'm sitting here wondering what's next Are we

    just gonna send each other text? Coz I don't want our story to last But I don't wanna be stuck in the past You chose a path different from mine So now I can't let you cross that line Your love brought me happiness and tears You even gave me something to fear I had an...
    Iknowsomethingnow Iknowsomethingnow 26-30, F 1 Response Mar 19

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    Real Life Or Fiction

    Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing?  I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 8 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    Hey check out my blog

    if you haven't read my stories here on this site. Check out my blog www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F a week ago

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    Emptiness... Every once

    and while Emptiness... Its that hole inside your chest Emptiness... Its having that amount of words that are endless Emptiness... When those words can't release the feeling of restless Emptiness... The urge of screaming i am helpless Emptiness... When you search for the meaning...
    XXgirlXX XXgirlXX 26-30, F 2 Responses Aug 12

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    I’m not really a writer,

    but much more of an observer. I much rather read other stories, instead of writing my own. Although writing is one of my favorite ways to express myself. I should really scale up the volume of posting content on this site. I want to be a better writer and I strongly feel the...
    TheGreatLeveler TheGreatLeveler 22-25, M 6 Responses Feb 4

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    Someday, you and I will meet again I don't

    know where or when But I know one thing then I'll try not to cry again I will look at you and smile Maybe hold your hand for awhile We can walk for half a mile Make the moment worthwhile I will tell you what I've been through That my love for you was true But now I found...
    Iknowsomethingnow Iknowsomethingnow 26-30, F 1 Response Jun 1

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    Writing Takes Me To Another World.

    Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
    tween13 tween13 13-15, F 14 Responses May 14, 2013

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    I write. That is a bold statement

    as most people write to some degree. They write notes; they write checks and so forth. I write books, poems and especially erotica. By erotica, I don’t mean a description of body parts rubbing together; I have seen that a thousand times and frankly after a few of those I...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 7 Responses Jun 6

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    Requiem.. It is funny how love

    and hate can be felt equally strong for the same person at the same time. I witnessed it today. It can be painful. Very. But helpful. Because hate usually wins over. Today I am being hated. I have no qualms over it because I can be seen as a bad person if it brings peace to...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Aug 12

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    Can You Touch Me? - Yes You Can!

      I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School.  I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university.  He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 63 Responses Mar 12, 2008

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    Seasons If you could change like seasons,

    wherein you could wake up at some place different or as someone different; it would have been better. Because there are some things about life for which nothing you have ever experienced, nothing you have ever known can prepare you. It will kill you on the inside. You feel...
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    don't hate you. No. No.

    Not me. I won't wish bad things. I won't plot against the sting I will just let it be When you feed the evil Karma gets hungry It's gonna devour you And I will watch too But no ******* I don't hate you I walked with you Held your hand Kiss your lips Got a mouth fulla sand...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 6 days ago

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    The Dream

    I saw u..my eyes dazzled by your glow.. my heart started racing and my mind stood still stunned by your beauty it had so much colours to fill so my mind took its time and i held my breath, and then i forgot to breath for moments that changed to days and days which turned to years...
    vogg vogg 22-25 3 Responses Sep 25, 2013

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    Death, Travel and Yet.

    . Nothing has changed.. Or did something change It is when someone dies that you think of your own life. How little in control we are of our own lives. Well, the challenge remains still.. To cope up with it, no, not just to cope up, to thrive.. But how? How can you manage to...
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    The memory... It was a beautiful cold

    morning and even though the sun was half-way in the sky, it was still quite cold and winter hadn't even started yet. There were a few scattered houses, but the view of the valley and the hills was so captivating, he just stood near the edge, mesmerized. Outwardly he...
    starlit11 starlit11 22-25, F 3 Responses May 7

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    Have you ever felt it?

    That thing inside. That don't feel right Have you ever held it? That feeling like spikes That stings and bites Deny Deny That part of self You wish to hide Deny Deny But from yourself You can not hide Have you ever felt it That thing inside They told you was wrong But it felt...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 6 days ago

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    I sat down to write but the words wouldn't

    come I reached into my heart to find it was numb Ive already said all the things that i can For the last time i spoke them out loud, you ran Ive listened to lies as you spoke them so true I believed in your words as i so often do I fell for your games as you played me so well...
    rella27 rella27 36-40, F 2 Responses Jan 12

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