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- Back Again at allpoetry
Yet again, we find ourselves
on this battlefield of souls, - "I hope she dies." at allpoetry
Day after day,
dream after dream, - Flames and Wind and Safety at allpoetry
As long as I can remember,
pain, more profound than most could understand, - Please Remember at allpoetry
In the darkest recess of his soul,
in that stone-cold crevice that never tastes light of hears daybreak, - an epic tale (still untitled) at storywrite
But in its eyes, there raged a ferocity rarely seen, even in the eyes of men. Its heart beat with determination. - 020308 - pre-birthday-blues at allpoetry
Tears and blood are never shallow (I don't know how to swim.) - 020108 - this made me quite sad indeed at allpoetry
. - I forget the date but I think I call this: Tired. at allpoetry
http://h1.ripway.com/Swadhi/tired.wav (Listen to the song and tell me what you think, kay) - 012608 - brackets add a toucha personalization. at allpoetry
You know when we argue? It's like all the bricks lining the inside of my skin fall - 012508 - libraryramblingzzz at allpoetry
. - cybah:l-oves-exr-apew-hores-eduction (and other such jazz) at storywrite
. - 1. at storywrite
- Coffee Is For Lovers at storywrite
Nearing 2am now and she walks alone, a small figure in an old, shabby coat far too large, young but youthless face tucked away in her collar against the fierce and frigid winte - Scrawled in a Bathroom Stall at storywrite
WAR KILLS -RT
She had always been something of a writer, drawing inspiration from her own life as well as the lives of those around her. Her notebooks were filled with scri - Goodbye at storywrite
She's sitting alone in the hotel room, watching, waiting for the sun to come up and shower her with it's rays, washing away the grime and dirt of the prior night. The blanket w - His Blind Sunrise at storywrite
"Tell me about the sunrise," she whispered, turning her back on the sea and facing his direction.
Her eyes were unfocused and looked off above his head and into a distance - Too Fragile at storywrite
NINE AM, THURSDAY MORNING
She walks into the classroom, late as always, and makes her way down the aisle of desks, keeping her eyes so skillfully on the ground, she must've - Ultimate Fate (Story Version) at storywrite
Two graves lie, side by side, so close that either skeletal hand could reach across to the other, if only earth did not stand a barrier between them. So close were they that a - What I See at storywrite
I look into your eyes, and do you know what I see?
I see a little girl, smiling and laughing with delight as the man who has fooled her into believing he's her father lifts - A Moment at storywrite
She shot up for the third time since the stars had come out of hiding and looked around her fearfully. As she brought her knees to her chin in a childish curl-up, preparing to
