Creative Outlet Article: Cry and Weep

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posted by HaleyDewit

I’ve got nothing to live for
All my hopes are buried since the hari you’re gone
I put them in a big box
Hidden in the attic, behind closed doors
And I feel my hati, tengah-tengah beating
It’s beating repeatedly
Reminding me I’m made of flesh and blood
But I don’t know what it’s beating for

I will remember you
And I will get over you
One hari I will see the sun again
But till that hari comes
I’m just gonna cry and weep
And cry and weep all over again

I’ve got nothing to fight for
I’ll put my armor down until anda come back to me
I’ve built up a fortress
Inside me to hide away from reality
And I’m at the verge of destroying
Myself sejak not letting me grief
But anda no longer with me
Is one thing I refuse to believe

I will remember you
And I will get over you
One hari I will see the sun again
But till that hari comes
I’m just gonna cry and weep
And cry and weep all over again

I’m walking on unholy ground
I’m Lost and I won’t be found
I wish the earth would menelan me whole
It won’t make me feel any better
But I’d prefer to burn forever
Rather than to face this world on my own

I will remember you
And I will get over you
One hari I will see the sun again
But till that hari comes
I’m just gonna cry and weep
And cry and weep all over again

TheExcorcist, CrimsonDeath14 and 1 other like this

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Mystic prologue

posted by Bond_Of_Fury

- prologue -

“Hello, everyone. My name is Seth. I spend my hari climbing the Rocky Mountains in North America. Why? Hmph. Let’s just continue, shall we? I’m going to tell anda a story about a heroine. One day, I looked up to Mt. Elbert; the biggest baddie of all. During the heavy climb in the fresh, loose snow, I heard a thud, like something fell from a great heigth in a big pile of powder snow. I went over and searched for whatever I might’ve heard. Guess what? It was a girl. She had beautiful silver hair, which sparkled in the sunlight. Lying motionless in the cold snow, she looked at...

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Obama

posted by rpattz_21

Times are rough.
People without homes,
Sleeping in cars.
The economy is in its worst hour.
Many soldiers die a day.
Fighting a battle that has no hope.
Families are taken away.
In seek of better homes.
Hard times are present.
Jobs being telah diberi away.
Factories close their doors.
Homeless people here and their.
Gas prices rise each day,
Taking poor folks dough.
What lebih can we take.
Seeking help we chose him.
Obama, Obama can anda help us.
We need anda know lebih than ever.
Change the economy, save the day.
For your our only hope.
If there is hope at all.
Give us our jobs and our homes.
Help the homeless, save the chidren.
anda promised us anda would.
Don't go back on your word.
Stay true to the people.
Save us from Bush's mistake.
It's in your hands now.
tunjuk us anda wealthy enough to be our president.

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P.O.W.

posted by mk136207

i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid

i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter

yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what anda wanna hear
could anda take it if i came clear?
atau would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself

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Cinta Poems

added by roxy_cutegirl

video

Cinta

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The Choice

added by khfan12

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The Choice

added by khfan12

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4 Friends, 4 Season's, 4 Love's, and 4 Stories!

posted by ggseason8

Hello,

My name is morgan Brooke Smith, I'm a fiction writer, well I like to think of myself as that. I Cinta to write, but not real things, fiction things, they can have some sort of realistic fortune behind them, but they arn't real. I'm a freshman in college. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. So there's my background check. But here is what my stories are about.

There is 4 seasons, 4 elements, and plenty of other things that come in 4's. One of those are, The Flirty Four. They've been Friends since they we're born, atau at least that is their first memory.
Summer- She's about 5', blonde hair blue...

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Song atau Poem?

posted by ggseason8

I'm tired of being your booty call, the one anda call when no one cares. I'm tired of feeling the way I feel, so I'm going to take my self out of the game and watch from the sidelines, cause whats the point in playing the game if your gonna loose like I do. I'll always be here to cheer anda on, I'll even shed tear just because your gone. Inside I'm hurting and I know anda are too, I'm sorry it had to end this way, but maybe in another life we could play the same game and win everytime, but for now all I'm going to say is bye, I'll see anda seterusnya time.

HELP!! I don't know what to classify this as, a song atau a poem!!

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For Mostly Worse: Chapter 1

posted by niceapril

Two months had passed and already, I was starting to see the other side of Bradley. He had proposed to me on my 26th birthday in a posh restaurant in Swindon. After talking to him on a dating site and meeting him at the London Eye, I fell in Cinta with him instantly. We loved the same things. Emmerdale, Chris Brown and garlic bread. All that was going through my head was "This is fate!"
And things went well for a while after the wedding and the honeymoon, but then he stopped being himself atau he was starting to be himself.
"ANDREA! Get in here, now!" I heard Bradley shout of me. I scurried into...

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Secret Within Chapter 2

posted by Edward901

Kyra awoke to a loud bang at the door. She grabbed a hair tie right beside her bed. While she struggled to put her thick knotted hair into a bun there was another knock.
“ I’m coming!”
When she opened the door, her best friend Marie stood glaring at Phoenix, a new addition to her wide-and to some unbearable-group of friends. Phoenix stood with her hand in a fist towards Marie ready to hayun, swing at any time.
“One soalan Kyra, why is she here!” Marie asked pointing to Phoenix.
“I should ask anda the same thing twinkle toes!” Phoenix retorted....

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Secret Within Chapter 1

posted by Edward901

The huntress ran hurriedly into the shadows under the moonlight in the country Andrexa, fearful the king might have seen her with the prince again. After all, he was engaged to another woman. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear someone behind her.
“Kyra.”
Kyra turned around stealthily, her long, black hair never leaving her shoulders. As she turned, she grabbed her bow from her shoulder and an Arrow from her quiver in an easy, practiced motion.
Once her Arrow was fitted to her bow, Kyra spun around so fast that her hair slapped her face...

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Untitled

posted by WritersMelody

She signed the note and placed it on her pillow. Everything was in order at last. Her room was cleaner than it had been in years. She had subtly berkata her good-byes and she had written the obligatory note explaining her actions. The girl smiled sadly as she glanced around the room, her eyes coming to rest on the teddy menanggung, bear that had slept sejak her side when she was younger.

Memories of happier days flooded her mind. Tears filled her eyes as scenes starring a radiant, untainted, younger version of herself played in her head. All that was gone now. The little girl her parents had been so proud of,...

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unnamed, HELP ME NAME IT!!!

posted by Edward901

There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her hati, tengah-tengah only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself sejak the shed blood of...

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Three Poems sejak Cinders

posted by Cinders

Maybe It's Me

time is time is time is
it me?
i met
an item
far off in space
but it was not alien
not to me

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?
mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe it's me

is
it me?

i once met a baby minute
who grew into an hour
and before i knew it
it was a century

mite i--
i mean, might i
maybe ask a question?

ever stop and wonder
whether time created us
or we created time?

A Pirate's Life For Me

So I got good grades
And I went to college
Thought of finding a nice guy
And settling down
And getting a job to pay the bills
So I conformed

But what I really want
Is to win the lottery
And alih to Florida where...

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thE enD

posted by Edward901

here's another thing that i'm writing. it's not much and i might just keep it, but anda never know where imagination takes you.

The Start Has Ended, The End Has Only Started
I'm not too sure how it felt. One minit I was in pain, and the seterusnya I was floating. The hati, tengah-tengah monitor stopped except for the beep that told them my hati, tengah-tengah had stopped. Nurses ran into my room, my mom started crying on Dad's shoulder. One nurse tried to comfort my parents, for the last three days I'd had many close calls.
None of it really mattered to me, I was free! Free from...

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A Linguaphile's Plea To The Public

posted by Cinders

I am sorry if this comes off as rude, arrogant, atau snobbish in anyway, but I feel it needs to be said, and as a writer, as a linguaphile, I feel it is my duty to say it.

I have compiled a senarai of things that I am tired of seeing in writers of any kind, but particularly young writers. It is not aimed atau directed at any one person, so no one should be offended. It is also not aimed at solely the Fanpop community, but all those on the Interwebs who take up the pen (or in this hari and age, the keyboard). It is a sweeping generalization, but if anda feel anda are guilty of one atau all of the following...

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my life as a poet

posted by fanpire101

i have always been good at writing, its my natural strength and my teachers had praised me for it, but one type of Penulisan i had never thought much about was poetry, it was "boring" then alittle over a tahun lalu my local perpustakaan had a puisi contest for teens and i decided to enter....didn't win, but that first sparked my Cinta of Penulisan poetry. i cannot just sit down at a Rawak moment and start writing, if i do wat i produce is boring and dry, i can only write when i currently have a strong emotion about something, for example i often write after i have listened to music, watched movies, or...

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On The Run

posted by mmmtasty

I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two atau three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...

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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small makan, kantin that had had a trailer with him. And, even though...

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Elena: Chapter1 and 2

posted by musiclover57

Chapter One

Realization

I lay there waiting for the realization to kick in. I thought, this can't be happing, at least not to me. I had always been a self centered person, never , even in preschool would I share my toys. I always got my way no matter what, because my parents had such great connections. But thats over now, they're dead.

I am waiting for my friend, Maria to come pick me up. I think I will crash at her place for a while, till I figure out what is going to happen to me. I bet anda didn't know this but she has the cutest older brother,...

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Roller Coaster

posted by Edward901

I look at the ride that I'm supposed to be on, all the twisting, winding loops that Kasey wants me to go on. I don't want to, but she pulls me. Knowing full well that she's stronger than I am sejak a million to one. So I go, ready for the ride of my life.
It's not that scary, I'd been on worse. Still, to look at the monster that is called Chang, I can't believe it is really going to happen, that I am going to ride it.
We step on the ride, buckle up, the people walk down the rows making sure that everyone's safe. We are, so the man presses the button and the ride starts.
Kasey looks at me as we...