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posted by OneFoggyNight
(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two মিনিট so yeah they might not be that great...)



***You'll never be alone***



Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If আপনি have বন্ধু
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if আপনি think আপনি might die
If আপনি have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if আপনি have friends
You’ll never be alone
______________________________

***No Going Back***





Believe not this lie ive told
I am not who I’ve ব্যক্ত I am
Everyday I live in this disloyalty
Hurting everyone, especially me
Covered up so much am I
দ্বারা this useless lie that’s mine
That it is as though I had disappeared
Into my very own self
Dispite all the chances I had
To recover what has been lost
I was always blind
But now I see my own truths
The only thing Ive ever known
Has been the pain that must be killed
The only chance I knew to save myself
Was something that would kill me soon
The one thing that could numb my pain
Made it worse everyday
Death would প্রদর্শনী at my doorstep
Before I had the chance to really live
There’s no going back
No going back
To the দিন that I began
To save me from what I am
There’s no আরো escape
In what I once found paradise
All that is found is আরো pain
Uncurable
আপনি may not hear my screams
But they are there in between
Loud enough that I hear them
To quiet to be noticed
_____________________________

***The Good Times***

Good times always last
Good times never fade
Good times last forever
Never escaping even the farthest grasp
Good times are always there
Each of us knows
Good times are what counts
Never hold it back
Good times for each of us
Has a different meaning
But the concept is the same
Live, Love, and Laugh
When we’re হারিয়ে গেছে within dark sarrow
All that must be done
Have a good time
And you’ll live to see the end
________________________________


***At The End Of The Day***


At the end of the day
Everyday
I feel আপনি looking at me
Watching out for me
Like I would do for you
And I know
I know
That it’s আপনি who stands there
It’s আপনি that I feel
And for once in my life
I know where I belong
And it’s in your mind
And in your arms, around me tight
We aren’t that far
From where we need to be
We’re almost there
In our private world
Amazing as it seems
There only seemed to be me
But now there’s you
Forever to be
___________________________
posted by Problematic129
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went দ্বারা and আরো pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
posted by hatjune
It is 120 years into the future and the Rights Organization is stronger than ever. They are killing আরো people than ever and there are only three people that can save the World and they are children. Jordan is a thirteen বছর old witch and is the daughter of the Greek god sun, Apollo. Mark, a fourteen বছর old wizard who is the son of Demeter. And last but not least Ivy is a thirteen বছর old daughter of Ares and a great witch. These three children are the worlds only hope. Read Half and Half, The Begining of the End.
Stan, the young donkey, was wandering sadly around the barn. He seemed hopeless and wounded and had no desire to speak to any of his fellow donkeys; even talking to his father was not appealing to him that exact moment. In fact, he was feeling ashamed of having a donkey father. He was ashamed of being a donkey altogether.
As the moon and stars scattered across the dark, blue sky, Stan decided he no longer to wander. He needed some solution, he needed reassurance, and only his grandfather seemed appropriate for that particular job.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping peacefully in the barn. He had become...
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Bane’s POV

I laid in the grass, watching the clouds. I was beginning to dose off, right before sleep took me, a body pounced on me. I groaned, and looked up. A shaggy haired boy was sitting on my chest, giggling. My best friend, Christian.
    “Get off!” I yelled rolling over. He slid off me.
    “Party pooper,” Christian stuck his tongue out at me. He was so childlike, but that was something I had always loved about him. That’s also why we got along so well. He was hyperactive and loud, while I was cynical and quite.
    I...
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posted by Hades223
CHAPTER 1


Jason Card sat at his ডেস্ক in his science classroom bored out of his mind. He hated science. It was his least পছন্দ subject. Mainly because it was the last subject of the দিন and দ্বারা that time Jason was usually ready to go home.
Mr. Form droned on and on about chemicals অথবা something. Jason didn’t listen. He just sat at his ডেস্ক and drew on some paper. He was a very good drawer.
Jason Card was a fourteen বছর old as of yesterday. His black messy hair never gave in to a brush which usually meant it was mangled and messy and went down to his ears. He was wearing a simple red t-shirt...
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posted by cullens-rule
Chapter 4 Tom

“it would be easier if আপনি knew, but I will try to explain, as well as I can, আপনি know my name is Tom but my সেকেন্ড name is Cullen”
I interrupted him now
“Tom Cullen? Sounds old fashioned”
“It is, any way I’m just seventeen”
He looked away sheepishly like he was lying this made me curious would he really lie about his age.
“my real parents are dead now, they died of an illness I don’t really know much about them”
“I sorry that must be হৃদয় braking”
He looked miserable he looked into my eyes and I could feel his pain, but he carried on
“I take after my father...
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posted by e2mma2weasle3
How to Add Emotion to a Story

1.    Understand মূলশব্দ অথবা Key Phrases. Key Phrases are phrases in a story that triggers the waterworks. They are sentences that make people cry. Such as, a pet dies. আপনি could write, "Goodbye, Old friend." A Key Phrase could also be an action. Such as, there are two pets. One pet dies. The other pet tries to sleep with the other one দ্বারা cuddling up to the dead body.

2.    Add a lot of relationship between the one who dies and another character, whether that is a human অথবা an animal.

3.    Add comedy to the...
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posted by sapherequeen
*Sigh* Okay, this is the first piece of লেখা I will ever share with anyone. Rarely does the idea of a poem ever enter my dark mind. But tonight, just two মিনিট ago, this one came to me, and I had to...write...it...down...


I’m aching here
I’m bleeding there

Pain strikes within
My every move

And there’s
Nothing
I Can
Do
To Make It
Stop

The tears roll down my face
And freeze there quickly
And stay until the time comes
Where they are no longer frozen
And begin to stream down again

My hurt was bottled up
But someone broke the bottle
And now it’s
Everywhere
And there’s nothing
I Can
Do
To Heal Myself

I’m...
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“Look at them, trying to figure it out. Trying to work out why a pure-blood has come to their school, Antiworld, huh? This could be fun”. There was a young man sitting on the শীর্ষ of a gargoyle wearing a white শার্ট with a black কোট over it. His eyes where a light green with a black cat eye stroke through it. As the man stood up আপনি saw that he had pitch black hair and his skin was white like paper. As আপনি closed in on the man’s face আপনি saw his eye drop a line of blood down his cheek, as if he was crying blood. The man looked up at the sun covering his face with his hand, he closed his...
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নমস্কার guys! I just wrote this poem. I haven't written a poem in quite a while, maybe a year, and this one's an attempt to get back on the poem লেখা path. Well hope আপনি like it, and please, if possible, add a মতামত saying what আপনি think.

Me and Those

Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants আপনি to do something,
অথবা be something
That sometimes আপনি don’t want to be?

They are those!
আপনি know them!
আপনি probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect আপনি to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
আপনি don’t want to take.

They are those who expect আপনি to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
আপনি prefer to be small and humble.

But do আপনি think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!

They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since আপনি were born,
Came up with a path for আপনি in life.

But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

She screams every time a police officer অথবা strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.

I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.

She's a broken person. আপনি only need to look at her...
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posted by livethislifeup
It's harder to forgive than to forget,
vice-versa, either way, it's still a threat,
time passes, memory flashes,
you're rememberin'
thoughts are coming in
no way to escape it, its a no win.
drives আপনি insane, আপনি try to up your game,
tell yourself they'll regret it and they'll live in shame,
just cause they dragged your name,
across every damn lane,
and আপনি got hurt every time, yeah আপনি still in pain,
and it ain't the same, আপনি all tense around them,
and আরো anger do আপনি gain.
Deep down it's still hurtin' you
like every wound would,
it's like a throbbing cut
that keeps your eyes tight shut,
and আপনি sound out...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

On Friday, Tia had picked me up to go shopping.

Tia was ecstatic; for what reason, I had no idea. Tia was like a hurricane, she jotted down my sizes on her hand and then took of through the store at a pace that should've set her path on fire.

"You look great in black, white, and blue," she muttered. I saved that for future reference; she obviously knew what she was doing. Plus I'd been told that each of those colours looked nice on me before.

She pulled me into a dressing room, pointed out which outfits to try out, and exited to let me change.

I pulled a scary-looking black গলরজ্জু, halter neck...
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posted by fanfly
 Artwork দ্বারা me
Artwork by me
Who are আপনি to judge?
Sitting right where আপনি are
আপনি have no claim on me

I know my own path
I am my own guide
আপনি are nothing to me
No matter how আপনি try

What do আপনি care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you

I know my own path
I am my own guide
আপনি don't know me
No matter how আপনি try

Why are আপনি here?
আপনি know I don't want you
I told আপনি to leave me

I am my own path
I know my own guide
আপনি can't mold me
No matter how আপনি try





Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. হাঃ হাঃ হাঃ Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,

and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,

like the start of a brand new life, at the peak

of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.

It can't be moved দ্বারা any cosmic mover,

so no passing wind অথবা fog will douse it.

Only your eyes can scratch out the image

অথবা accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.

Will আপনি take hold of the key you're offered?

Stop গান গাওয়া of freedom; seek it instead?

To become a companion of the new

takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.

But even দ্বারা taking one step forward,

দ্বারা placing one hand onto the mountain,

as the wind tugs gently at your back,

আপনি will realize the cage has already been broken.
Your hair is long, wet, and wavy and clings to আপনি as আপনি rise from the lake. আপনি get the sense that the water should be clearer. আপনি don’t dwell on it though, distracted দ্বারা your own hair. আপনি don’t remember it being so long. With every motion the string of beads and shells woven into your hair bobs gently with a clicking noise. আপনি don’t realize that আপনি are topless until your hair settles against your back. But আপনি are not ashamed, there is a sense of liberation, আপনি can better feel what the earth and the wind are telling আপনি this way. If আপনি could see behind you, আপনি would know that...
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posted by pLaStIcSUNDAE
It's gray. It's always been so gray.

The beating হৃদয় that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.

The beating হৃদয় full of warm belief,

Now an iceberg of তিক্ত regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.

The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.

The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.

A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."

If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist,...
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8 Elements Of The Nutshell Technique দ্বারা Jill Chamberlain via FilmCourage.com.
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Hi. So yeah, from the শিরোনাম I think you've gathered this story is about .... well let's just say a problematic 19 বছর old struggling to find a meaning in life.

If you're a typical "Caucasian" you'll never understand the things we "brown people" have to face. Over-protective parents are just the start. The kinds of people are totally different. The type of "cheats", "betrayers", "heart-breakers".

Being born in a place 2% of the people worldwide knew is just the start of a slightly difficult life. For now, lemme just summarize my life for you. I'm a 19 বছর old girl living...
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“Bow before oh bow before the Mistress of the Blade.”

She dances in shrouds of silk scarlet.

Heel over heel in spinning in time.

Fabric twisting ‘round her delicate ankles.

“Praise oh praise the Mistress of the Blade.”

The sword an extension of her graceful arm as she twirls it about in Mid-September air.

Crisp September air.

The blade slashes through leaves as they fall.

Hilt of স্বর্ণ adorned in ruby and diamond.

Gleaming and glistening as it slides from her grasp. Wailing through that oh so crisp Mid-September air.

“Watch in wonder oh watch the Mistress of the Blade.”

By night she finds...
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