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posted by Johnanna
He was Roster in the schools performance of Annie, and her best friend Aine was Miss. Hanagin. They were brother and sister in the play but Aine liked him off stage in a different way. Her name is Teddy and they had been फ्रेंड्स since third grade. They did everything together.
Teddy walked out onto stage after the दिखाना was long over in her skinny jeans and Annie t shirt, her shoulder length dark brown hair in a messy bun with her bangs over her left eye, she seemed to be wondering blankly.
Anthony, Roster, walked out onto the stage dragging his hightop sneakers on the wood paneling. He was looking for Teddy, he needed to talk to her about what happened after Aine got off stage. he saw the thing girl walking over to the edge of the stage. The toe of her hightop sneakers hung over the edge. He stood just behind the dark red curtain watching as she walked back a couple of paces then ran forward.
Teddy jumped into the air and did a back hand spring into the air then pushed off the edge of the stage and did two flips in the air before landing in the elli.
He smiled and started to clap as he walked out onto the stage. Teddy whirled around to see what was going on, then just looked at her feet.
"Does Aine know आप can do that?", Anthony asked jumping off stage and sitting on it.
Teddy stood there and said, "Yeah. She कहा it was cool, but that I was going to break my neck!", she smiled and laughed a little. Her and Anthony use to be really good फ्रेंड्स in eighth grade, but then he started smoking pot on the weekends.
He looked at her from under his eye level dark auburn hair and said, "Teddy. What happened with आप and Aine?", she didn't look up but just said, "You have nothing to do with it. Why would आप care?", she looked up at him with dagger hazel eyes surrounded द्वारा black eye lashed and eye liner. It made the, pop, it wasn't heavy but just enough to get the effect.
He smiled and scoffed, "We use to be friends, what happened to that? I made a decision with my life and आप flipped. Its not a bad thing.", he कहा sliding of the stage and walking toward her. "You don't know my life. आप didn't know what was going on at home. I needed a break form it all. A way to be free a little. Excuse me?", he looked at her with sharp dark brown eyes.
Teddy looked down and said, "You told me everything that was going on at home. आप dad was yelling at आप mom and they were throwing thing. James was never घर and when he was was either drunk of high as a kite. आप told me that आप couldn't believe that he would start that shit. So then one दिन I come over आप house to talk to आप about something, and आप were high. आप had taken the one stable thing in my life and burnt it in your joint." She looked at him then stepped आगे as he went to open his lips. "You कहा आप life was a mess, but did आप ever ask me what was going on with me. At least three times I came over your house and told आप I needed to talk about stuff but आप were to busy with आप problems. I was trying to help Aine, आप and myself. I always put myself last. आप were the only person i thought I could talk to but it turned out I was just there to listen, not to be heard.", a tear rolled down her face and then she turned and walked away.
Anthony stood there, surprised. Teddy had never talked that way to him before. He had heard she could be mean if she wanted but it had never happened to him. He pulled himself from his thoughts and yelled, "Teddy Bear.", she ignored him and kept walking.
He ran after her, his v neck loose against his body and his jeans falling lower on his butt. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. She didn't look at her but he hesitate. He took her face in his hands and looked at her face, her eyes were closed.
"Talk to me. I'm ready to hear it.", she shook her head, another tear rolled down her face.
He looked at her and she shook her head again, "You don't wand to know. And I don't want to tell you. We're....", she trailed off putting her hand on his stomach and feeling a twelve pack beneath the cloth.
"We're not what?", he asked moving his hands to her slender shoulders. He was at least five nine and Teddy was at the most five four.
Teddy felt his fingers in her neck and she pushed him away while saying, "We're not फ्रेंड्स anymore." she ran out of the auditorium, the संगीत from the cast party getting louder. She turned a corner and then went down a hall with a long mural on it. It was of a crying girl with long brown hair. She was holding a box of ashes and behind her was a back ground of her father, गुलाब and black.
Tears streamed out of her eyes knowing the school had done that for her. She was the girl crying. She was the one who लॉस्ट her father. She was the one who took everyones burdens and carried them easily, no matter how heavy. She was the one who लॉस्ट the one person in her whole life who really gave a shit about what happened to her. She was the one with the druggy फ्रेंड्स who pretended to care. And she was the one who hid all her feelings of hate and pain behind a mask of innocence and trust. Everything Teddy had ever told her फ्रेंड्स was part of a game she was playing with herself. She made an alter ego after her dad died. The girl she pretended to be was strong, smart, popular, beautiful, and exciting. But who she really was, was a quiet, normal, creative girl who just wanted to see her fathers face one last time before she went to बिस्तर each night.
Suddenly there was a tap on her knee and she found herself leaning against the mural, her knees pulled up in front of her chest. She looked up to see Anthony kneeling there with his face a light shade of गुलाबी and his eyes glassed over.
"I never knew all that about you.", he sat down and Teddy realized that she had just told Anthony, the person who had left her behind for pot everything that had just run through her mind.
She looked up at him and saw her reflection in his eyes. "Why didn't आप tell me?" she just shook her head and said, "You had so much going on. I didn't want to be a pain."
Anthony smiled and whispered, "You. Could never be a pain to me." He leaned in toward her face, smelling the faint sent of perfume and shampoo. Her hair fell in her eyes as she breather in then exhaled as he took a breath. Anthony moved her hair out of her eyes and whispered, "I might किस you."
"I might be bad.", Teddy कहा her eyes wide.
Anthony smiled and laughed under his breath, "Thats not possible." He leaned in and closed his eyes as their lips lightly brushed. He felt her smile and then kissed her again, pushing his lips fully onto her perfect गुलाबी lips.
Prologue:
One moment can change a lifetime. No matter how insignificant something may seem, every action has a consequence. Most people never take this into account. But when you’ve had a life like Victoria Vevina Byrne’s, आप plan every सेकंड of every दिन for your entire life…

    “Father?!” Technicolor laser beams lit up the sky, and technological sirens rang through the air as I ran through the thick Nazaki Forest, searching for my father. Tears cascaded down my blood-covered cheeks. He was nowhere to be found. At his moment of terror and fear, I gave up. While...
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Young and fresh and shining bright
Filled with wonder and delight
I see beauty, दिन and night
I am young enough

Whether it's Real या just Pretend
Possibilities have no end
There could be magic, 'round the bend
I am young enough

Dolls can हटाइए when I'm asleep
They come to life while I count sheep
And freeze whene'er I dare to peep
I am young enough

Book-friends all come out to play
My बिस्तर becomes a magic sleigh
Imagination rules the day
I am young enough

The sky can cry a lot of tears
The trees tell secrets; can't आप hear?
The world's alive: to me that's clear
I am young enough

Grownups say the queerest words
Have...
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She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined द्वारा freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt और then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, और then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump गुलाबी lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to प्यार me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
poem 1:the world



the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world

Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for आप to hate
seasons so great

we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world


poem 2:love


there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love

प्यार is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love

प्यार is power
प्यार is strong.
thats why प्यार songs
are so very strong


Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)

in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near

Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song

thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember आप hum.
im sorry i must run.
posted by OneFoggyNight
I just never cared anymore. Not about anything. For some reason, I just let everything alone. Nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing. The things that had made me happy previously had now just made me even more…dull. Maybe all the things he did to me made me like this. Trevor never really was good to anyone, not even any girlfriends he had. He never showed me that he cared, he was always cold, and he always… hurt me.
Or maybe my mother’s drinking habits. She was always at the bar, and when she wasn’t, she had a different bottle in her hand every मिनट या so. I was surprised she hadn’t...
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I believe I can fly

Take to the sky

Be all that I’m going to be

See all that I’m going to see

आप can’t hold me back

With me, there’s nothing to lack

So take a seat

Don’t miss a beat

And watch us fly

Right on by

In a jet या a plane

There’s no way that we’re sane

So sit on back

Try not to hack

Enjoy the view

Don’t miss your Que

To start on flying

Without dying

‘Cause we believe we can fly

As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when आप can feel as light as a feather and as though आप can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope आप liked it.
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posted by coriann
I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.

Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the फूल draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.

Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the...
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There once was a girl, an angel, name Star, she was loved द्वारा everyone see met she loved them to.One दिन see met a boy,also an एंजल named Luke, she fell in प्यार when she looked into his deep brown eyes.He also fell in प्यार with her. They both were afraid to tell echother how they felt.


Luke wasn't going to give up untell he would finally tell her that he loved her.Star felt the same way.But they still कहा nothing to echother.


The days were going द्वारा fast,they only felt like years.Star and Luke's feelings became stronger.Luke finally got the nerve to tell तारा, स्टार how he felt.Star was ready to so...
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posted by Dearheart
If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope आप enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
या failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the जवाब once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.
added by axemnas
Source: Henry David Thoreau, axemnas,Casablanca
posted by FightingDestiny
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope आप like it, please tell me what आप think
Thank you
-Aurora




The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know आप want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
posted by Attirox2
"Daddy where are आप going?" a squeak कहा from the corner. I looked down to see wide blue eyes looking at me with fear. I couldn't just abandon her but I couldn't stay and face the the mess I had just created. "Terra stay out of this!" I shouted at her. But she just kept at it until I finally snapped. I grabbed her द्वारा her night कमीज, शर्ट and threw her onto the सोफ़ा, सोफे with a loud thud. She fell of and hit the cold wooden floor. I looked at her and had the urge to finish off the last bottle of Vodka, which I happily fulfilled. Her cries turned into sobs as she laid there in a ball that filled the...
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posted by madening_mahem
 Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Example of the 'Dark Figure'
Somewhere in ancient Japan...
A dark figure emerges from the shadows cloaked only in darkness, his weapon exposed, the blood of his victims dripping from it's blade. A creak in the floor alerts him of और to come, he waits in the dark for his prey to come. They slide open the door only to be slaughtered. As he slays them he notices a girl out of the corner of his eye, standing there in absolute horror. He raised his blade ready to attack, but for some reason he held back. Him, a demon of the night, him, whose hands had been stained with the blood of many women and children, could not murder...
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added by Blu-e
posted by skipperluvs
“Fuck you.” She कहा when he upset her, which was almost everyday. She sighed as he looked at her foolishly. There was just something about him that she hated from the start, but there was something bigger about him that she loved. She looked over at him and his फ्रेंड्स laughing hysterically.

“When?” He laughed even harder, the crowd’s voice growing louder द्वारा the second, and anger filling her face to hide the shy blush that actually sat atop of everything. She rolled here eyes at him and put one of her hands on her hips, her hips cocking to the left and seeming lazy. She then got...
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I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that कविता as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read द्वारा the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because द्वारा that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the विवरण of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...
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added by alicia386
Source: गूगल
posted by Lord_Anubis
What is love?

Oi there mates… Let me tell आप few things here. I actually asked myself that सवाल long ago. Why? Well, maybe because I had no फ्रेंड्स या other people who would accept me when I was a kid. Now I know all that matters is to accept yourself and I got a lot of friends, but to find that explanation all alone pulled me through a lot of pain. Aye... आप couldn't believe it. Most of the people can't endure the lonlines, I've seen it... And finally when I found the explanation, I asked myself: ’’What the hell is प्यार then?’’. Lately on I started to watch other people to see...
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