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posted by PhoenixRoyale
This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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The human hart-, hart is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.

Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings u joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which love from your family and vrienden fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.

Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain u of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.

Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.

Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as u can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother u will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.


The human hart-, hart is a glass dome.
Treat it with love and delicacy.

Make sure others do, too.
posted by ZekiYuro
Tobias Kellerman
Basics: Age 17, Born April 23, 1968. Lives in Berlin, Germany
Brown hair, blue gray eyes.

What is your happiest memory?
My happiest memory was when we moved to Friedrichshain. My dad got a promotion and we had to move. That is when I met Ivonne. We grew up together and we have really been best friends.

What don’t u want anyone to find out about you?
I would do just about anything to get Daniela to be my girlfriend. We've been dating but I want a meer committed relationship with her. That is kind of scary since her father is head of the local Stasi.

What is the best part of your...
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posted by AshleyA-Brizzle
I sit alone,
alone in the dark.
no place to run,
no place to hide.

he is coming after me,
he is looking everywhere.
he wont stop until he finds me,
until he is here

he tells me that im ugly,
that im unwanted here.
he will try everything to hurt me
to see me cry

he loves to watch the tears run down my face
to me there is no greater pain....

he has found me.
what can i do?
were can i run?
were can i hide?
were can i escape this pain inside?

i am afraid,
not of him, but of his words
he cuss's and swears at me.
what can i do?
how did i anger him?

He swears at me still
and yet i still cry.
he sees the tears,
he wipes them...
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posted by rebaj2010
Preface
Three boys, one girl. None of them are fighting fare and they will do whatever it takes to get her. u my be wondering why she is so special, but to answer that vraag u have to venture into these boys heads...


Chapter 1
Mika

"Oh no, my new tanktop" Heather wined door my side. She was so annoying, but so hot.
"Shut up, Heather" I zei getting up from the lunch tafel, tabel where hr had dropped pizza sause on her roze tank.
As I walked across the lunch room, ducking to avoid fling carrots, I glanced to my left. I caught Kate out of the corner of my eye. I paused and backed up a step. She...
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posted by zanhar1
Really old thing I dug up. Because I was reminded of it.

Elise stood before two paths. Upland trail, read the sign, rickety and made of moss eaten and decaying wood. And Downback Thickets, indicated its sister sign.
What a lonely, bleak place, Elise pondered. She looked skyward. The surrounding trees were rather intrusive, blocking her view of the foggy-quartz sky.
She nudged at a rock with her big toe.
Her big toe?!
“Where are my shoes?” She muttered aloud. When had she lost them? How hadn’t she noticed the mud squishing between her toes? She looked over the ground.
No sign of her Uggs anywhere....
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posted by para-scence
Inspired door the song, "Circle" door Flyleaf. :)

"His hart-, hart ripped out to toon me he loved me, but I wouldn't believe him. He did all that he could, I still would not believe him!"




I sat on the school bench, my head in my hands. The whole world was spinning, and I couldn't keep my balance. My hart-, hart was encased in a thick glass of guilt. Nothing I could ever do would change this...

He had told me he loved me.

But he was my best friend; he couldn't feel that way about me. It just wasn't meant to be...

So I'd pushed it off. I'd laughed, and joked around with him about it. He seemed to go along with...
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posted by edwardsca
    It was a cold winter morning. The wind was a cold, snel, swift breeze. I was upstairs in my room turning page door page reading.I went down to eat my warm, golden biscuits on the old cracked wooden table. I went to go get the bucket and some water to wash up, the bucket was broken and the water was freezing cold like the rough winter nights. After my refreshing bath I went to go get dressed, I put on my overhemd, shirt which was red as my own dear mother's kers-, cherry sweet lips. I zipped up my rok it was black like the midnight sky, and buckled my black shoes. I was walking down the dirt...
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Well,he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kind of nice so I zei I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
And when he walked me home pagina that night
All the stars were shining bright
And then he kissed me.

Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know that he was meer than a friend
I didn't know just what to do
So I whispered " I love you"
And he zei that he loved me too
And then he kissed me.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before,
he kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more.

I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had
And one dag he took me home pagina to meet his mum and his dad
Then he asked me to be his bride
And always be right door his side
I felt so happy I almost cried
And then he kissed me.
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added by segafan
The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the vraag which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. u must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me of vampires of warer wolves of shape- shifters of witches. u see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it of I'm dead. door law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...
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posted by dragonwriter
I awoke a couple of hours later. I looked around for the old man but he was nowhere ti be found. I got out of the bed and starting walking to the front door to see if he went outside. When I opened the door there was nothing but black. When I turned back around he was standing there.
"Where were u going? u need your rest so go back and lay down." He went to grab my arm to lead me back to the bed but I pulled away. "My name is Shaun so stop calling me boy old man. I don't need to lay down, I need to go." As I turned back to the door he grabbed my arm. "Go where? u have nowhere to go....
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posted by teamphantom
I’ll never forget the dag I had encountered a ghosts with my best friends. And I will be happy to share that story with you.
It was August 20th exactly one week before the start of middle school. My best friend Alex and I sat outside on the curb and ate our half melted aardbei ice cream on a cone. It must’ve been 95 degrees outside because we could feel our sweet dripping off our faces. We didn’t say much because the calefaction made us not want to be social. We sat there in silence and licked our ice cream.
“What do u think middle school will be like, Collin?” Alex broke the...
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added by harold
Source: Brigham Young universiteit