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Something to Live for. Something to Die for. Something to give all for. What is your something? My something is always there for me and never leaves. My something doesnt even need to speak for my to know what they mean. My something is cherished and loved by those around them. But especially b... - Fiction > RomanceHis point of view. Silly girl. I walked back into the parking lot and found my red and black motorcycle sitting there between a huge a**ed blue Van and an even huger a**ed woman stepping out of her yellow bug on the other side. I shook my head as I let the woman go first. As soon as my butt hit the...
- Fiction > Romance"Pfft, Like what I see?" I stood back up and circled around to greet him. " I don't actu-" I looked around at the empty aisle where The beautiful stranger was suppose to be. Gone. I turned back again only to find my face planted right smack into his chest. "What the-&q...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy future. Let me explain this to you in simple words. My future does not involve not having one at all. I will be successful. I will be unstoppable. I will do the impossible. No help from you. You. Or even you. Not my Mother who has been pushing me since day one. Not my Father who has nev...
- Fiction > RomanceTwo weeks ago. "Shifter" The word rolled off my toungue as I read the title of the novel I picked up in the library. I screatched my torquoise hair then flipped it back. An old lady with too-thick glasses, stared at me then began shaking her head as she gawked at my hair. Well, forget yo...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe was walking toward my desk I stretched out my leg I sat there in anticipation I wanted her to fall Shatter a bone or two What daemon would place her in the same class as me? Sprain an ankle or two. I wanted her to be in pain Because of her my heart was in pain Physical pain doesnt compa...
- Poetry > Free VerseI saw him again today. He was absolutely beautiful. My friends think Im wierd for calling him this. But Sexy, Cute, Hot, Handsome None of it does him justice He was with her Who was watching him His eyes never roamed away Hers always did He knew His friends knew I knew The three words sh...
- Poetry > All PoetryIm sad I dont know what to do Im so confused I wish I didnt regret the first day I met you You are probably not aware of the confusion you cauuse I hate you No I dont Im trying Its not working Can someone better than you, distract me please I dont want to feel this pull in my stomach Thes...
- Fiction > RomanceShe tried to strike him with her bare fleshed hand. He grabbed it in mid air. "Would you like to try again?" he asked with a dark smirk across his face. Yes! She screamed within herself. She hated him and everything he did to her. She loved him but hated everything about him. He killed her hope of h...
- Poetry > All PoetryLovers steal. Lovers lie. Lovers kill. Lovers die. Sinners steal. Sinners lie. Sinners kill. Sinners die. Hate the sin, love the sinners....
- Poetry > All PoetryI went outside and saw a red and blue castle. It had bars that made the other kids look like monkeys in the air and slides that were like blue waterfalls hitting the ground. There were little carriages that they slid on with their behinds. There were noblemen sons and daughters. There were kni...
- Poetry > All PoetryYou mean alot to me. Yet dont even realise it. You set my heart on fire when you speak. Yet you won't stop talking. When you leave I can't stop crying. Yet you keep on leaving. When you brush against me. I wish you were mine. Yet you keep brushing against me and not being mine. When our eye...
- Poetry > All PoetryYou have hair as black as night when compared to day. You have eyes as brown as a hersheys bar. You have skin as smooth as a porcelain doll in France. You have a smile that would bring peace in the middle east. You have braces as colorful as a skittles rainbow. You gpt me so head over heels, I'...
- Poetry > All PoetryA black line, I write through your face. I try to scribble you out my memory. But then you sneak back in as if there was a door to my thoughts. You use your own personal key to the lock of my heart even though i lost the one to yours. I use to love the color yellow, now I love the color black. ...
