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I like to write कविता and short stories. My friend turned me on to this site and I've decided to post some of my writing. I'm just a kid, so none of my लेखन is as high quality as I'd imagine the other submissions would be. I really haven't read much so far. Maybe this isn't the best way to introduce myself to the other fanpoppers, but I couldn't find my friend to tell her about it. I also can't figure out how to add myself to this club. Oh, well. uh....here I am. Here's a little sample of my writing:
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Watch me twirl
with my feet on your toes
away from the darkness,
away from our foes.
See how I smile
as the दिन comes and
goes.
Look down at my eyes
reflecting your life;
leave the door open,
I'm afraid of the night.
Now watch me twirl,
all alone this time
without your toes
to help me stand.
Stare into my eyes
but आप can't see your
face in them,
watch as they fill up
with tears आप never shed.
Can आप hear my footsteps?
So light, but
so heavy,
watch as I dance around
in my frenzy
because I don't have your arms
to hold me in place.
I look into the night,
and I'm so afraid,
so afraid,
oh dear parents,
what a coward you've raised.
So I'll dance here,
in the light,
where everyone
can see me.
My स्कर्ट catches the wind
and what do आप see?
Tell me,
What do आप see?!
I can't see anything;
only me.
Put down your glass,
step out to the floor.
Teach me to dance,
and I'll cry
no more.
I like to write कविता and short stories. My friend turned me on to this site and I've decided to post some of my writing. I'm just a kid, so none of my लेखन is as high quality as I'd imagine the other submissions would be. I really haven't read much so far. Maybe this isn't the best way to introduce myself to the other fanpoppers, but I couldn't find my friend to tell her about it. I also can't figure out how to add myself to this club. Oh, well. uh....here I am. Here's a little sample of my writing:
UNTITLED
Watch me twirl
with my feet on your toes
away from the darkness,
away from our foes.
See how I smile
as the दिन comes and
goes.
Look down at my eyes
reflecting your life;
leave the door open,
I'm afraid of the night.
Now watch me twirl,
all alone this time
without your toes
to help me stand.
Stare into my eyes
but आप can't see your
face in them,
watch as they fill up
with tears आप never shed.
Can आप hear my footsteps?
So light, but
so heavy,
watch as I dance around
in my frenzy
because I don't have your arms
to hold me in place.
I look into the night,
and I'm so afraid,
so afraid,
oh dear parents,
what a coward you've raised.
So I'll dance here,
in the light,
where everyone
can see me.
My स्कर्ट catches the wind
and what do आप see?
Tell me,
What do आप see?!
I can't see anything;
only me.
Put down your glass,
step out to the floor.
Teach me to dance,
and I'll cry
no more.
inch द्वारा inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
तितलियों of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to प्यार it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the दिन I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for आप love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place आप could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with और आग then आप could ever imagine.
और passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the दिन I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real बास्केटबाल, बास्केटबॉल, बास्केट बॉल coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for आप love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place आप could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with और आग then आप could ever imagine.
और passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the दिन I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real बास्केटबाल, बास्केटबॉल, बास्केट बॉल coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
या I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told द्वारा hidden scars
Unable to दिखाना themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
या I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told द्वारा hidden scars
Unable to दिखाना themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, आप know आप want to" चॉकलेट brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and कहा she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, आप know आप want to" चॉकलेट brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and कहा she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.