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I look back on all those memories,
and wonder, what did this all mean to me?
i new there where feelings,
i loved you!
i loved you!
i cant deny that i didn't,
but now i think back and once again wonder,
what is it that i fell for,
your controlling,
your exhausting,
i cant trust you,
i cant be around my own friends,
guys au girls,
wewe just don't let,
Ive finally come to realize,
that none of this is my fault,
it wasn't me who tore the hearts,
it was you,
your ripped,
wewe tore,
wewe broke,
wewe yelled,
and wewe screamed,
wewe caused me all of this misery,
wewe brought these scars upon my wrists,
and wewe punched the hole in my heart,
i blamed myself,
out of my own stupidity,
i hate you!
i hate you!
this is what wewe did to me!
take a look at that picture!
and look at it closely!
fucking look at it!
i carved my upendo for you,
i carved it into my arm,
so that everyone can see,
that these are the things wewe did to me,



don't listen to his bullshit,
as its waste of time,
don't waste your life in love,
cause all it does is tear wewe apart,
upendo is just an excuse to die,
because once wewe play the cards of love,
your moyo breaks and turns stone cold,
then you'll end up walkin' the death road,





i dug my grave,
so i'll fucking die in it,
thankyou verry much,
cause this is what youve done,
so here i go,
never to be seen again,
fuck you,
i really hate you,
these are my last words,
I LOVED YOU
posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe wewe like them (:
I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.

For my Creative uandishi Class

The Faith Healer

He alisema to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her...
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posted by Spinner13
A poem I wrote a little while back, inspired kwa something I was reading... wewe probably wouldn't believe it after kusoma this, but I'm usually a pretty cheerful person. :)


    Looking Backwards in the Dark
    
Our days are numbered kwa the gods
and counted kwa demons,
Our names are sacred and our trust
Is nonexistent. Those who trust, die.
Faith can kill. Having none will destroy
your soul eventually. No medium, it seems.
upendo is terrifying and friendship
Is as tenuous as the short bridge of letters
that convert friend to foe. Good and evil
Take a thousand...
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posted by mitchie19
10. M A K E I T H A P P E N


“Yo, Sean, what up?” I shouted. Sean’s a football player, the quarterback of the team. Mostly he likes shaking his blonde hair. Sean’s living room was filled with my friends, Toby, Jason, Michael, and Chris. “I’m great, man. God, Melissa nailed me!” Sean said. We did a high five. The guys were watching Sports Channel.
I drank the can of Pepsi I was holding. “Look, look, look!” Toby was pointing at the flat-screen. “Another round left then the Toro’s will be champion!” Chris and Michael were shouting. I joined them.
“That was a two-point...
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 Envelope with the royal muhuri
Envelope with the royal seal
kwa Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British Queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the Queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. kusoma the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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posted by HaleyDewit
It's a beautiful day
Sun is shining on a bright sky
How could we ask for more?
But still I 'm wondering
How can they act like this?
Are they shutting their eyes for this emptyness?

And now I need to face it alone
I need to make it on my own

So don't cry
Everything will be all right
You've gotta live your life
You need to let it go
So don't cry
Give them your little smile
Hide the tears in your eyes
About the pain they don't need to know


It's a wonderful day
People smile and are happy
How couldn't this be enough?
But still I ask myself
How can they pretend like this?
Are they running away from this darkness.

And...
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posted by HaleyDewit
I might be addicted to you
To what your absence has put me through
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve been a mess
That’s okay, ‘cause when I’m happy I’m useless

So whenever I get the chance
I’ll go back to where we first met
And I’m back at where I started
I’m nothing, if not brokenhearted

I’m digging myself a grave
Will wewe push me down in it
Not wanting to be saved
I’ve really just had it
I’m not wishing for goodbye
Just never thought wewe would leave me behind
So wewe can save your breath
I’m already death


Do wewe ever think about me
When wewe reminisce about the times that have been
Do you...
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posted by mars15
What i believe that i know

I don’t care what they think
I don’t care what the world thinks
I will be who I want to be
I will do whatever I want

I know that I’m alone.
I know that I will be at the bottom.
But I believe that even down
I will raise my head up high!
Nobody will stop me –
To do au to say
What I believe that I know!

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Game with life

Life is the hardest game
And if wewe are weak, you’re going to lose
But if wewe face the problems and be strong
You will win
But wewe will just win yourself
Cause life is always the winner
And life will always win over you...
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What Ingredients Make A Successful Artist? - Sophia Cacciola via FilmCourage.com.
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posted by BookWriter
Whatever wewe do, don't end up like me.

Whenever someone asks if wewe believe in ghosts, wewe need to say no. Just say absolutely, positively, without a doubt that there is no way that ghosts exist. Don't even entertain the thought, as intriguing as it might seem. It is just not worth it.

Ghosts are not polite, they don't care, they don't play fair and they will tear your life up. Believe me.

Also,

Realize that delving into the unknown comes with a price. It isn't a nice little free ride au something fun to do, getting all scared and the like—although it may seem like that. But once wewe get too...
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Quietly, he waits. She laughs. He feels no trace of doubt. At the strike of the clock, he shoots. She falls. Her blood blossoms on her forehead like a blood red rose. His revenge is complete. He stalks away....


Yes, I am insane.
What about you?
Yes, I'm insane.
Aren't you, too?
Yes, I have issues.
Don't you?
No, I'm not stupid.
Because, yes, wewe are, too.
No, I'm not an idiot.
Because that's who wewe are.
wewe are retarded.
I really hate you.
Yes, I'm insane.
And wewe are, too.
posted by 123moo123
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.
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Source: My cousin did this.
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