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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 1:34 pm
 Have you ever just been sitting around then all of a sudden some line pops into your head and you want to use it in a story or poem but aren't sure how?
Well share! post those lines with no homes here!
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 1:37 pm
"Days fade in and out
minutes meshing to hours
Eyes glossed over with the solemn monotony of life
as empty words spill from your lips
With no intention
Of mending hearts"
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 5:44 pm
wow. that's a really good. here's one of mine,
"Sometimes when things like this happen
when the marks seal to scars,
and the deeper emotional wounds remain
I sit alone, wondering
just wondering what it is I did
to become the person I never wanted to be"
here's another. this is just a little funny one I came up with
"Love is grand. Lust is child support."
and another I just randomly made up just that second....
"In times like these, only my tears
can remind me that I live...
they remind me that I can"
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 3:51 pm
Ooo I like that first one :]
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 7:18 pm
thank you. i wrote that when i was on a camping trip and my best friend was mad because i was depressed.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 9:55 am
The sting of his hand whipped across my cheek was quick and harsh, the force of it so sudden that it knocked me to the ground. I fell with a soft thud. My dark hair sprawled over my face. I could already feel my unblemished skin blooming where he had struck me.
It's completely random and it doesn't fit into anything I'm writing at the moment gonk It's driving me insane
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 10:15 am
To be able to S A Y how much you love ======================================
►I hate when that happens! gahh
Alas, to many a word goes without proper recognition and admiration. Never take for granted a single word that spills from a lover's lips or a writer's pen...
Is to [love] but l i t t l e.
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