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The Ferrari came sliding sideways around the corner, rear wheels leaving their mark on the quiet country road. The blond next to Magic holding on for dear life as the PI effortlessly finds his line again and speeds of towards the next bend in the road. “Do you...
the toy maker looked at the doll, he thought i can fix- it, so he got out his tools n spent hrs upon hrs, but the pieces were so broken they did not seem to fit, weary n tired he went to bed, he tried again the next day n 4 weeks after he worked on that doll but he gave up, w...
I see the Pain hidden, i see the scars that remain i too once felt that pain, On rainy days i like to View from inside the window, this down weather makes a girl keep that frown to a smile , ♥ Take my Hand &&Forget the rest of the day, Theirs no time to wait this our Fate,Take...
a yearning, a need
as desire consumes me
my body seizes to heed
to the rules; no boundaries
the passion burning
like a blazing fire
hungry and consuming
a charging sensation
runs through my body
as you slowly bring your lips to mine...
Side by side, they strode through the quad. While their driver licenses said they were the same height, Jason just always looked taller. The difference was even more pronounced today. Today Eric was beaten.
Eric was done talking. He was tired.
Jason began, “Can I give you...
He will keep me....
Keep me close and safe
Away from danger and knowledge
Keep me secure and stable
Always with predictable calls
Keep me far enough to miss the look
But close enough to feel the pain
Keep me undressed and laid on my back
Always on top with his...
this is a story of a dream i had and i thought the dream was so chilling i should write about it.
hope you enjoy :)
I watch the dark clouds rolled over the hills of St. Georges. The wind is strong and snow is hitting the ground and covering everything it touches.
To what great honor, do I owe the pleasure of remembering how to forget?
Wandering thoughts, scattered memories.
Come dance, dance, dance!! Play upon the times of tranquility and serenity.
Ruffled pictures, ruptured synchronization...they all slow to a stop.
VANISH! The scurrying...
p.friends and his daughter.I took his permission to post them .
The dastardly act
of those senseless cowards
who plucked those flowers
such stone hearted beasts
who stalled the heart beats
of those poor innocents
and also their parents
it’s not merely a...
I want to be the girl
he gives his hoodies to wear
and cuddles up to
when it's cold.
I want to be the girl
he comes up behind
and wraps his arms around, while
whispering in her ear, "You're Beautiful".
I want to be the girl
he brags about to his friends
when he doesn't...
A poem I wrote, and hope you like...
One day I was so poor,
The next I had much more,
The Lottery is Great,
Find a celeb to date,
I love all this money,
Can go somewhere sunny,
Imagine all the things,
This lovely money brings,
I could get a new car,
And go ever so far...
how would she do it she wondered, i gun shot no to messy goodness who would clean that up? some pills no, she might throw them up. jump off a bridge, well the closest bridge was hrs away, what a waste of gas that would be, so she picked up the knife n sliced into her throat...
Every day is like hell without you
The sun does not brighten up my day when we're apart
The moon does not give me light when I'm alone at night
Even the stars are not sparkling tonight
I don't know why all the things became strange when you left me behind
I feel so weak every...
I don't want a man who calls me "Baby"...I don't want a man who calls me "Babe"...I don't want a man who calls me "Sweetheart"...And I don't want a man who call's me "Love".Unless.....I am the ONLY one he says that to.
I've been dabbling here and there when it comes to poetry, prose, and my philosophical views. Unfortunately for me, it takes time, so I don't always write. It may take anywhere from an hour to a few months before I can come up with a new poem. When i can write one down, however...
You used to look at me and thought you knew what i was all about, but you didn't even touch the surface, of who i am, or was.
You saw what you wanted to see, and after all this time i can tell you now ... What you saw was never me.
The waves come crashing in around me. I scramble to reach a surface to cling to, anywhere to regain my balance, but am unable to get to my feet so I can breathe. I’m smashed by another wave, submerged and tumbling, spinning, dizzy. I feel the...
its beautiful, sun up and shining; bright and puts aglow to all..
stars to be seen in the clear dark night.. twinkles as you wish upon a shooting star..
all is calm and peaceful.. te bird whistle a lullaby, the breeze make music through the trees as the world sleeps and dreams...
when you never know when I'm here. I walk through your hallways. You hear me but you never see me. As my feet run across your floor, you never seem to find me. I laugh as you panic. I won't hurt you...or will I. Are you scared? The half of you say no yet you always run. I lived...
You remind me of the Northern Lights...
Graceful when they move,
Elegant and beautiful
Wear the same colors...
Turquoise, greens, purples, reds and blues,
I don't get to see them as much as I'd like
But when I do see them I consider myself so blessed,
So full of energy
tears that wont fall, pain that never ends, the blade of the knife beckons to me, i think of the end, will it be n escape from this pain r a doorway to more, i scream out in rage i feel the cold warmth of the knifes blade, will i no longer feel this pain, i wonder as my life...
I had stacks of stuff on my old computer but my husband started to read one of my poems and I caught him - so deleted the lot! Things like that are so personal to me and I keep them mainly for me and me alone! I have written him some poems but I hate when people try to read my...
change the world? What about the parrot? Yes, I admit it-the world we now live in is my fault...though the parrot isn't without blame either.
It has been 3 1/2 months since my birthday. For my present, I had gotten a parrot. Yes, a parrot. You know those little winged beasts...
Aries sits on the chair, head in handsTortured thoughts through his mind ranFeelings of madness and despairThe wanting to tear out his hairHe sits staring at the floorNo one arriving at his doorAlone it the stark roomHis thoughts create their evil doomSparsely furnished the space...
The women began cleaning out the old house boxes n boxes of dust covered junk it seemed littered the house.the woman inherited the house from a deceased relative she had never even met.her husband and children were cleaning and exploreing other rooms.her youngest daughter came...
Poor little squirrely;
I hit you with my car.
I did not mean to do it;
It was an accident by far.
I did not want to smash your tail,
Or squish your brains to mush.
You can’t imagine how bad I feel,
at having hurt you such.
I tried to hit the brakes,
but still I...
she had made up her mind this was it, she couldnt take it anymore, so while everyone was gone she packed a bag, took her favorite cat n walked out the door. she roamed aimlessly 4 days, just drove n drove w/ no direction in mind. she thought to herself know they will see how...
Connie Irene and Bonnie Jean are sisters, in that -
They are identical twins, in fact.
They are great tale weavers.
So much so, you became believers.
Are one of their games.
They think its amusing,
But it's very confusing,
When teasing family and friends.
A Son's Thanksgiving
By Donald M. Schwartz, Nov. 22, 2007
My mother has advanced Alzheimer's
But there is thanksgiving and gratefulness,
Hidden within the sorrow.
I ink my thoughts,
On this 2007 day of thanks,
For the strength of my Mother's true spirit is rolling, it...
I love to write and read Poems and poetry.. i am driven for it.. and have the passion deep inside to share with others my work... I am working on my very own Poetry book....and should get published within a year or so! So wish my luck! lol
Orlando Lujan Martinez
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m extremely wealthy and have enough money to buy anything my heart desires. I have possessions piled up in my Westchester mansion that I brought from exclusive shops and art galleries on Rodeo Drive and Park Avenue. When...
I miss you soo much
I miss your loving touch
I miss the way you look at me
I miss the way you make me see
that all the world can disappear
as long as you are with me here
Seeing your smile brightens my day
And hearing your voice...
Will you still love me when I’m old and grey?
Will you love me? Will you stay?
Will I be traded in for someone who’s slimmer?
For someone who’s pretty yet oh so dimmer?
Someone who’s young and boobs are pert
Can still get away with wearing short...
His Big Beautiful Cassandra
“God damn it! Why does everything have to go so wrong!?” Cassandra cried out as she fell onto here bed in tears. Once again, she was dumped by someone she thought loved her. It...
i have slide down a rainbow into a pot of gold, i have slept on clouds, flew thru the air on a magic carpet, rode across feilds of gold on a unicorns back, u look at me n saw am crazy, u lock me away in this padded room, am not angry r mad at u, i pity u n everyone else 4 not...
she is perfect i know this is true, from her chubby cheecks down to her feet, she can bring a smile to my face even when i feel like crying she gives me hope 4 a better tomorrow when i feel like just giving up. she giggles n laughs n joy feels my heart, she is perfect she is my...
If I told you how I felt would it still be so much fun
I wonder if the secrets
are what makes it so exciting
Hiding in the dark and kissing in the shadows
Friends by the light of day; Lovers through the dark of
In the beginning it was simple
plain and true
Everything is for sale!
Going out of business!
I hung the sign, hand painted, just so, in the dusty window for passersby to see.
I carefully disguised myself as a package and set myself on the shelf, an empty core of who I was, what I could have...
There are people in my hallway, hallway.
People there for me.
There are people in my hallway, who follow, follow me.
There are people in the yards, people at the store.
There are people through my windows. Sometimes, people at my door.
But the people in my hallway, they're the...