I Once RememberI once remember a time. A time when I was fine. No hate, no pain. No loss, no gain. -- But that girl is now gone. The light has shone. She knows what's real. She knows how to feel. -- The little girl she was, She had lost all cause. She did not carry on, The little girl is gone. -- She has changed, has moved, She's new and improved. She's come out of the dark, And into the light. -- Now I look in the mirror and realize it's me. That once happy girl; sad now, you see. She gave only love. Only got shoved. &nbI Once Remember
Every DayEach and every day i wake up To screaming and yelling. I take a shower and get my coffee cup.Every Day
The highlight of my morning.
I get on the bus and deal. The driver hates me! On this stupid automobile. I get to school.
My first class, i have a project. I don't understand this! And why does it have to be on this subject? Lining me up for failure.
My second class we have to write an essay! About football? I don't get it myself! Just put me in dismay. Prepare for an F.
Yes. Lunchtime. Good, maybe? Nope. My friends mad be
Poetry.:POETRY:. Poetry is like lyrics to a song. They need a beat, a rhythm, an "on". A song needs notes, instruments too, A song needs a mood, from sunshine to blue. - - Poetry needs a meaning, a history, a past. Poetry could even possibly last. It could be written anytime, anywhere. Writing may be as easy as breathing in air. - - Songs need strength, without strength, they are done. Writing songs is too much fun. As long as you have a beat and a tune, A song can be written by a buffoon.Poetry
- - Poetry needs heart, a meaning that's deep. It also nee
Believe.:BELIEVE:. What is thereBelieve
To believe during life
Nothing lasts
Aside from strife
Life may perish
Life may end
Our soul we may give
Our soul we may spend
But our love
That eternal flame
Will never dim
Will never change
It will forever last
When all other lights leave
For you light my life
You make me believe.
Kitten MakerFlash Fiction: Good Business “We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?” The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened. “I feel.... ah...” A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. “I feel fantastic.” Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock. “Would you like tFlash Fiction: Good Business
| I am a poet. I'm going out with an adorable guy in a grade lower than me. Okey then. Grade is but a number, right? He has the most gorgeous blue eyes in the world. You'd have to see them, I can't explain. Oddly enough, I'm 13. I play the guitar. I write stories, poetry, and I draw. |
My life's changed a lot.
Llama
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But hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Over again, don't make me change my mind. Because I won't live to see another day, I swear its true.~
I was born to tell you I love you.~
My love, Secondhand Serenade. <3
Hey, you're kinda new here? Welcome to dA!
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The men in the white coats told me funny things.
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But hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Over again, don't make me change my mind. Because I won't live to see another day, I swear its true.~
I was born to tell you I love you.~
My love, Secondhand Serenade. <3
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The men in the white coats told me funny things.
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But hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you. Over again, don't make me change my mind. Because I won't live to see another day, I swear its true.~
I was born to tell you I love you.~
My love, Secondhand Serenade. <3
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