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posted by EmoKidSteven
Well u see
I'm not myself anymore
Well u can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Lost my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine

Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
door Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
door myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things u don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
door Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
door myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
door myself

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
door myself

door myself
posted by Lolita_Dark4
May 6, 2002
Boston, Massachusetts

To whom it may concern

My name is Ashton George Lingheart, and this is my confession. In July of 1998 I murdered my wife, Kim Rachel Summer Lingheart, a jaar after the birth of our son. No one aided me in the crime and it is a thing I regret meer than anything in the world. I hid her body in a well from our vorige location in New Jersey. My wife was a kind, gentle, soft-spoken woman whom everyone adored. She never got angry, even at the people who disrespected her. She loved our son just like a mother would, for she always wanted a family of her own. She...
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posted by bubble_babe
One Fine Sunny Morning Izzy Sat At A tafel, tabel At Her Fav, '50's Dinner'. Although The Red Head Was Not In The Mood To Eat, of Do Anything For That Matter. Something Keep Bugging her. Something She Couldn't Identify. The Poor Girl Sighed, Now Her Head Hurt From Thinking so Munch. She Then Fell back in her zitplaats, stoel And Poped her Feet onto the table, eventhough She New The Cause Of It.

"Ey, Izzy, Gits Your Feeta Of Meh Table." A Big Man Behind The Main Counter Called.

"Leave Me Alone, Joe." Izzy zei as she closed her eyes

"Nononononononon; Now!" Joe told her

"I zei 'Leave me alone'!" The Red Headed Girl...
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posted by legobuilder35
This story is about dragons fighting dinosaurs in New York. u may be wondering how dinosaurs and dragons come in New York if they're expected to be dead. Well these dragons and dinosaurs are from an island known as Reptile Island where an evil scientist created them. the portal that brings the dragons and dinosaurs to New York was made accidentaly when the dinosaurs and dragons both breathed fire. The evil scientist made the dinosaurs evil. That's why they breathe fire. The evil scientist accidentally made the dragons good. The dinosaurs don't even want to attack humans. The reason they're...
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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
posted by GearsHead13
So, this story is based on Gears Of War, if u know anything about it, this story will make sense. If not, u can just guess of look it up. Your choice.


God's Lost Child
 Chapter 1:   Wasteland

"Adam? u should have a look at this..... It's bizarre." zei a feeble scientist wearily as he pushed his round glasses back up the precipice of his rigid nose as his eyes flitted from the clipboard in his hand to the experiment before him.  A pencil was clad to his hand as he scribbled away ferociously at the clipboard. 
"This had better be good, not like what u thought was amazing the last time."...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1

Vector LeVay sat in the back of his limo with an annoyed expression on his face. His arch enemy, Antonio Esposito had returned back from France after three hundred years. Vector knew he know doubt wanted revenge. After all he had been the one who had imprisoned him in France. He had done so, so that he could reap havoc on Italy.
That wasn't the main reason LeVay was irked. News had reached him that Esposito had an apprentice. Vector had nearly lost his immortal life in the battle with Esposito. Two of him could be worse.
How am I going to fix this? he thought. Esposito will want...
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Why Screenwriters Get Stuck door Alan Watt via FilmCourage.com.
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