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- Cory [With your halo slipping down] at allpoetry
A year has flown by
As I paint my mistakes - Aquarius at allpoetry
Miles away and the past waves still haunt me
Overpowering and unyielding - Oak Creek Drive at allpoetry
I see over well-trimmed edges The soft-skinned feet that run through my healthy green sprouts - Naked at allpoetry
When I feel no reservations I can feel the soul - How You Make Me Forget at allpoetry
-x- - Poison at allpoetry
Ugh. - Algebra Class at allpoetry
Algebra class was always a pain I could never understand - Uncomfortable in this Skin at allpoetry
My flesh is dry and breaking I can feel every move - My Final Apology at allpoetry
I hurt a friend last summer. I'm trying to get everything out on "paper," so to speak. - Stencil at allpoetry
-x- - Singular Comfort at allpoetry
Any irrational mind can understand what this feels like: I need the change - I Am One of Those Girls at allpoetry
-X- - Conjuring at allpoetry
I can still feel like I'm 16 What an amazing talent - Headlining (An Attempt) at allpoetry
Yeah...this really don't mean much. It's basically just angsty and questioning my own abilities. - Jessica Nicole Foster at allpoetry
-x- - Personal Pronoun, Action Verb, Second Person at allpoetry
-x- - Stream of Thought at allpoetry
-x- - Anti-Compromising Nazi at allpoetry
I've lost the thrill of feeling firsts There's nothing of substance in my thirsts. - Old Flame at allpoetry
Stepping through the obstacles, I see the boundaries fade away. / Knowing and hearing what rises against what I want, I let the voices dissipate. / It's been so long, I thought. / Could I rekindle what was years ag - Aspiring Perfection at storywrite
- Never Another Thunderstorm
at storywrite
She sat on a metal stool as she typed monotonously on her typewriter. Hey eyelids hung low indicating a sign of sleeplessness. Every few minutes her hands would slip from the k - Choice And Consequence at storywrite
He grasped my arm and pulled me into his room. The rage he carried about him could be felt in the air and sensed in his eyes. He was very angry with me. He let go of my arm onl - Inspiration Alone {Working Title} at storywrite
-x- - Was It You? at storywrite
Dearest,
I dreamt you came to me as I slept. You sat down by my fatigued body -- barely covered by the thin blanket that was drapped over me. The moonlight shone softly on y - Famous Graduates From OHS at storywrite
Beth Johnson, Kyle Takavitz, and Gary Vernon all pursued very different careers; however, they all have one trait in common: their determination to become known.
Little boys - And All The Restless Nights To Come at storywrite
Rain poured gently into the night with lightning bolts accentuating every minute of my sadness. I lay in my bed unable to sleep – I could spread myself out, roll around and fin - Melanie's Death (A GWTW Re-Write) at storywrite
-x- - One Act Play - To Say Goodbye at storywrite
Setting: It’s an overcast day and the air is slightly chilled. Two fifth grade girls sit in front of a large Victorian house by a car filled with luggage.
Andi: [yawns - A Break From Reality at storywrite
In a dusty old room, still cold from when the heater broke down last spring, a class of 12 eagerly awaited to be rescued by the bell. It had been a long Wednesday and after 10 - (Not even a working title yet) at storywrite
Through the mist I was searching for something. Worry was rooted in my mind. I’ve lost him. Maybe I still have hope. I ran frantically past houses and down my street to where h - Nick at storywrite
Nick Denbow.
I hadn't heard that name in what seemed like ages. Until 5 minutes ago, that is. - Preliminary Testing at storywrite
It was around 1:20. In my black skating dress with silver sparkles on it, I was, by far, the most nervous girl in whole history of the world. I was chilled to the b - The Breakup (Part II) at storywrite
"I have to go," he sighed, trying to brush everything off to the side. She was nearly hysterical and he had only shown one instance in which he was emotional, when he - Breakup (Part I) at storywrite
"I don't think we should see each other anymore."
- On The Ice (Story of my life) {Working title} at storywrite
I stepped on the flawless ice. I could hear it crack and chip under my toe pick as I pushed myself into a steady glide. As I looked above me, I could blatantly
