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Unsaid by crescendo123, literature

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Unsaid

There are so many things I want to say to you. I wish I could just sit down with you for hours and describe to you every moment I've lived, every feeling I've felt, and every thought that's ever passed through my mind. You would insert randomly a story, a comment, a sarcastic remark. And when it was time for one of us to leave, we would still have so much left unsaid. But between our departure and our reunion the next day, more would be experienced. More would be felt and more would be thought about. We'd never have enough time to say everything, but, somehow, nothing in the end would ever go unsaid. Nothing important, anyway. But now you are thousands of miles away. You are an ancient photograph that is fading in my memory. I know you exist, but sometimes all I can see are the letters of your name forming in my head. The syllables touch my lips from the inside, but I am scared to release the sounds to the world. I am scared to bring you to life because I know that you will become

My Endeavor by crescendo123, literature

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My Endeavor

With piano VERSE 1 I can make people on the outside Think I know what I am doing I can pose myself an artist Whose passion keeps on burning I can learn what they want And follow their rules Pretend to get ahead CHORUS Hit me in the gut You've fallen short of our expectations Got me dreaming of The things I don't wanna start They say I should see myself better Don't they think I'd ever Have the self confidence I shourld But only if I see myself bad Could the world see something good VERSE 2 Forget, people on the outside, My past I've left in ruin Think I've changed for the better But I don't know what I'm doing I'm still the same person Th

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My Endeavor

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We are Romantic Alchemists by TheLunaLily, literature

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We are Romantic Alchemists

Is this Alchemy, Taking whispered “I love you’s”, Gently tattooing Our sacred, {secret} names On one another’s dear hearts? The beat feels deeper… In each kiss there’s a prayer A gift and a claim— We are bound, not beholden, There is joy in not parting. This is Alchemy Of a romantic nature Perfected and true, All of our “I Love You's” Become forever golden.

you don't want to be a waterfall by Khaimin, literature

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you don't want to be a waterfall

it's a certain kind of people that when you hurt them it's like the world ends, tears crashing like waves on a sandy shore of dry cheeks and angry lips. they break your heart like they broke your soul, no sense of self left for the person they used to be, used to seem to be when they were all butterflies and rainbows shattered by a storm, non-stop anger. some people are like waterfalls, crashing - loud - ringing - in - your - ears noise all around, shrouded in mist and fighting over everything for time to keep ticking no matter what might be happening in the back of their head, fighting for you and them and the whole fucking world. some

i can't promise you anything. by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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i can't promise you anything.

i made a mistake when i told you that i could love you forever. i know now that the only thing i can know for certain is that nothing will ever be certain again. we could wake up tomorrow and feel something completely different. we could wake up tomorrow and be completely different. that's the exciting part. it's also the part that makes it hard to even fall asleep in the first place. my heart attacks my every whim and everyday is this whirlwind of terror and elation and i don't even know where to end or begin or if this makes sense anymore, but the one thing i've come to realize is the worst kind of lie will always be

ephemeral ( again ) by Khaimin, literature

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ephemeral ( again )

and i woke up in a haze without knowing where i stood, snow falling like dead raindrops from a sky filled with sh att ered stars - fall along my axis and forget which way goes round, forget the way our mind makes concentration s l i p a little more (to the left) and there's a piece of you you couldn't find; don't forget that there's monsters beneath the sheets - ghosts without eyes, falling like forever (oh, how the sky is caving in - ) run faster or you'll just wake up to try again.

The Siren by the Pier by superMarie95, literature

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The Siren by the Pier

The Siren by the Pier My grandfather tells a story of when he was a young fisherman often. It begins with him waking early reaching the pier as the fog hung in the air. Barley beyond the age of boyhood but still a man in many ways. He says as he untied the ropes he heard a song. Lovelier than the sun rising over the Earth. It transfixed him, beads of sweat began to drip on his forehead. Just as he decided he could not survive unless he found the sound it stopped. Days went on. He would arrive early each day hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever had sang that song. One day a storm hit. Horrible from nowhere. The wind whipped around t

Contest? (CLOSED!) by SNlCKERS, journal

Contest? (CLOSED!)

Apr 18, 2014

Thanks to all who entered! I will post the results shortly! Uhmm owo I guess I wanna hold a contest... I will use a randomizer to choose a winner! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whatcha Gotta do: FAVE this journal! (If you don't you WILL NOT be included in the contest!) Comment 'Done' on this journal! (If you don't you WILL NOT be included in the contest!) That's it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prize~! 50 DA :points:!! >w< Not a lot, but I'm sure people would want them! ENDS EASTER DAY AT 12PM EST!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have fun! ^w^ Go!

Freewriting by Ravenatawritingdesk, literature

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Freewriting

This many stanzas That many lines Twelve point font And constant rhyme Don't write too much, Don't write too harsh, And don't forget to smile-- ... What are you doing? Hiding behind that computer screen Typing and typing and never noticing You're not typing words. Pages full of letters, sentences, paragraphs, But all your words have run away. Run after them. And write. Just write. Just write. Just run. Flying pencil, Catching breath, Trembling hands— Don't think. Don't hesitate. Write. Don't fear the dramatic. Say what you mean. You're not just sad, Your world is falling apart. Say so. Say so and run on.

Not That Girl by Hidden-Behind-A-Book, literature

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Not That Girl

I’m not that girl, The one you see sitting in the back, Listening intently as the teacher rambles on. I’m not that girl, That is already done with homework, Five minutes after getting the assignment. I’m not that girl, That flaunts her 100 on a test, By letting the teacher compare everyone’s to hers. I’m not that girl, That has a perfect life, And everything is going perfectly for her. That’s not me. I’m that girl, That will smile at you to cheer you up then goes and hides, In the bathroom so you don’t see my tears. I’m that girl, That tries hiding under her desk from embarrassment

poetry. by beautifulxchaos, literature

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poetry.

But i love you Will you be there when i die kiss me one final time catch me when i fall and bleed would you even wanna cry while you watch me slowly die watching as my blooddrips rolling off my finger tips drips onto the floor making puddles more and more hearing all my bloody cries watch tears roll from my eyes gasping for one final breath pain swells up in my chest spreading through my arms and legs numb but i can still feel pain i try to regret nothing but that is so hard to do when all i hear is "but i love you"

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Me gusta aprender idiomas.
I like to learn languages.
Y escribir.
And write.
And Speech and band.
Y Oratoria y banda.

Favourite Movies

Lion King (El Rey Leon)

Favourite TV Shows

Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, Avatar, Disney Channel (preferably in Spanish)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

La Oreja de Van Gogh, Of Monsters and Men, Taylor Swift, Gloriana, Jesse Y Joy...I could go on forever

Favourite Books

Matched Trilogy

Favourite Writers

John Green

Favourite Games

Fruit Ninga, Scattegories

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Music, Travel

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Mar 15, 2014

All These Poems

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So today I decided to find all these little poems that I wrote in less than ten minutes at a time (mostly in Chemistry class) and post them. What else am I supposed to do with them? I guess I should keep some to myself, but after I posted 10 or so, I just kind of got addicted. I'm sure there are plenty of poems stuffed downstairs or in my basement that will be reserved. I guess you could call this my way of procrastinating studying for chemistry...which means procrastinating on being inspired to write more poems. :D I'm really looking forward to the day when I have absolutely nothing to do (like that's gonna happen) and I can just sit down a

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Aug 9, 2013

Random Writing about Writing :)

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I seriously have a ton of writing to do. Lucky for me, there are still almost two weeks left of summer. Actually, that is a little unfortunate. I haven't had time to work on much until this week. Gosh, who knew writing involved so much research?!?! I guess that's why I like it though; I get to live and know at least three lives/passions whenever I want to. I can choose what to experience, what to live. I'll always have to face the hard scenes of my stories, of course (unless my dear, dear flash drive unexpectedly goes missing), but I can work on another scene of another story if the other is too much. Ha. Even writers without a set schedule

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crescendo123

Mar 11, 2013

Devious Journal Entry

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Nunca olvidas 11-M Never forget 11-M For those of you who don't know, on March 11, 2004, thousands were injured and 191 innocent people died when four trains were blown up by terrorists during the morning commute in Spain. It was bascially Spain's 9-11, but they call it 11-M But if that still doesn't mean anything to you, look up "Jueves" by La Oreja de Van Gogh.

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M-Jelena97

Jan 10, 2014

Thank you for the watch!