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- Daydream Believer-Part 1 at storywrite
There's many things you can buy, but certainly you never thought you could buy a daydream? Well, you can now. Just read this story before - Saturn's Rings at allpoetry
Through the deep midnight void The dazzling stars twinkle - The Staircase Of Ages at allpoetry
A light shone through and I opened my eyes I'll never forget what I saw - I See The World at allpoetry
I see the world the way the world sees me I look in your eyes, not finding a better way - A Random Beginning at storywrite
You know what happens to secrets? People tell them! - [ Ah, yes...1 ] at storywrite
Ah, yes...1 / It's the good life to be a flying elephant. Can you even imagine what it's like to be adrift in the sky so carefree? The world hovering beneath you, the clouds at your trunktip; w - Midnight at sharepoetry
It's midnight / Soaring like a bird that / Forgot how to fly / It's midnight / On a night that never / Seems to die / I watch as stars flow past / And I start to cry / I know you had to leave / And wander the godless halls alone / To a - The Shadowlands at sharepoetry
Wandering from the gates of infinity / Trying to pick his faces from the heavens / I saunter down the forest path / Wishing he was here / Missing my dear / The Shadowlands lay out before me / Draped by a canopy of black leaves / And broken h - Puddle at sharepoetry
In shades of quiet blue / The water sparkles / With the faintest glimmers / Of your mind's deepest closets / What figures do you see / Floating vaguely without form / In the wayward shine / Of the murky puddle's secrets / Stumbling throug - A Brave New World at sharepoetry
Watching your raindrop footsteps patter away / My eyes skitter to another place / A brave new world I can never see / Where people join hands amidst moonlit trees / A bird flutters past / Enrapturing joy / What person wouldn't bask / In such - Just Another Ticket at storywrite
Yup. Just another ticket. Yet another ill-fated entry .1 / Good luck to everyone! - Pink and Proud at storywrite
It's not exactly easy being a pink banana.1 / I know I may come across as rather cliched, but I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. My life is quite difficult.2 / Fi - ten thousand cicadas at allpoetry
I walk into the sunlight My windblown hair astray - Ticket at storywrite
Hmm...this is an interesting idea. The lottery...of doom! - Somewhere In Chandrila Forest at storywrite
As I write these words with my weather-worn, slowly deteriorating patience, I must wonder about this contest. It is all a matter of opinion whose entry is the best, after all. Who knows what entries will fall by the wayside - Shining Moments at storywrite
Tigerstar’s treachery 1 / Silverstream’s demise 2 / Graystripe’s capture 3 / Shining moments 4 / In the r - Sunlight at storywrite
With the sunlight smiling down on me, I supposed I was supposed to feel happy. After all, I had no reason not to. My conscience was bearing down on me too hard after what had just occurred. Happiness was laughable. - Crossing Paths at storywrite
There's more than evil lurking around on Halloween: there also happen to be two cat friends (maybe more than that) who chance to cross pat - Court at storywrite
I wonder what it will be like to go to court. It would be kind of hard to keep from laughing, I think. - Metaphor at storywrite
Love is the music box playing that plaintive little melody that catches your ear and encompasses your soul. - The Child Mommy Never Wanted at allpoetry
How can I let him exist so sadly
So miserable, wanting to be loved so badly - Puddle at storywrite
In shades of quiet blue1 / The water sparkles2 / With the faintest glimmers 3 / Of your mind's deepest closets4 - Puddle at allpoetry
In shades of quiet blue The water sparkles - The Psychologist at storywrite
Occasionally, people will say that they’re jealous of me. When this happens, all I can do is laugh.1 / Why would anyone want to be like me? I’m miserable!2 / The t - The Society Bible at allpoetry
When someone's got a broken world And tries to throw you down - A New Leaf at storywrite
Who knows what the world is coming to if you can't say your own opinion and be respected for it! / You can try to be kind, but it never seems to get you anywhere at all. After all, I spend my whole life trying to be M - If Only For Him (may or may not continue) Part 1 at storywrite
I wonder what it will be like to go to court. It would be kind of hard to keep from laughing, I think. What would he think if he were still here? / After all, I didn't do it. Yeah, you knew the words were coming, bu - Dreams of the Sea at allpoetry
Why can't I see your sapphire eyes anymore A misty veil blocked you from the shore - The Shadowlands at allpoetry
Wandering from the gates of infinity / Trying to pick his faces from the heavens / I saunter down the forest path / Wishing he was here / Missing my dear / The Shadowlands lay out before me / Draped by a canopy of - Midnight at allpoetry
It's midnight / Soaring like a bird that / Forgot how to fly / It's midnight / On a night that never / Seems to die / I watch as stars flow past / And I start to cry / I know you had to leave / And wander th - A Single Rose at storywrite
A shadowy figure walked through the graveyard. Unwilling to dwell too long, the figure quickly found the / grave. / SANDRA / Lost to Hurricane Katrina / We know you're in a better place now / - My Own Way at allpoetry
Watch my shady footsteps fade away / Into the bleak world this day / 'Cause you can't tell me who to be / I live my own life my own way / You know you have no right to say / That I'm your slave, not really me / - Oneay at allpoetry
Iay alkway asay ifay Iay evernay adhay existeday / Inay onelinesslay otay hichway onenay ancay omparecay / Ownay inallyfay afteray allay hesetay earsyay ofay onfusioncay / Iay oundfay ay ightlay otay askbay inay ithway - Without You at allpoetry
All the choirs of angels can sing / Sweet melodies of tranquility / But they can’t really heal my heart / It’s beyond their ability / / My time on Earth passed long ago / In Heaven I reside / But without you th - Shadow of the Past (#4) at allpoetry
Watching my careless days melt away
Now only a puddle, a shadow of what they were
