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Paper Hearts-Ch.1"The love is a sound we can not hear, yet, within our hearts, it's as loud as thunder. It's a word we can not speak, although, it is branded upon our very souls."Paper Hearts-Ch.1 by ~weasmo
I never believed in true love. I thought it was only for the pretty people in our society and I just knew that it would never find me. My mother is beautiful, with her brown hair and green eyes flecked with gold. My father is epitome of black hair and blue eyes. Together, they make the most perfect couple you could ever imagine.
Then there's me, with my black hair and my eye disorder. I have heterochromia iridum, which means my eyes are two completely different colors. My right ey
How to Reap What Eludes YouTo whom I craveHow to Reap What Eludes You by ~Loftydreams101
When all is sullen, melancholy and grave
Where are you now?
To the shed of blessed verse
When my earth is defiled, and shrouded in curse
Where are they now?
By day I pay homage to her fluctuating form
The vision I wield to brave every storm
Her elusive frame is my source of despair
A hefty burden I am honored to bear
To where do I embark
When the ghostly reveries emerge from the dark
How can i slay them?
To whom I adore
When life yields a lingering bore
How shall I maintain?
BeautyOnce upon a dream there was a boyBeauty by ~crystelclear1104
who whispered metaphors into his blankets
in the dead of the night. he pǝuɹnʇ them
over and twisted them and s t r e t c h e d them
searching for the melody that would define him.
what he didn't know is that his ears were traitors;
they rejected every rhyme without a trace of shame
and never allowed him to realize that his melodies
were real music, were beauty and love woven
into delicate threads; he only heard cacophony.
night after night he struggled and agonized
never satisfied with any combination of notes
always concluding that he was inferior to the world.
on the other side of the fence, close and far away
a girl with with stars in her eyes cried; her tears
were of the purest silver, the plainest pain.
she cried for verses lost to the valley of her strife
for missed opportunities and bro/ken hearts of iron.
their paths strayed along the leafy jungle of time
l i t t e r e
love redefinedlove \ˈləv\love redefined by =Thebrokengod
A noun
Defined as
: strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties
: attraction based on sexual desire
: affection and tenderness felt by lovers
: affection based on admiration, benevolence, or common interests
: an assurance of affection
: warm attachment, enthusiasm, or devotion
: the object of attachment, devotion, or admiration
: a beloved person : darling — often used as a term of endearment
: unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another
: a person's adoration of God
Tell me baby,
You call this love ?
When i talk to you about my pain,
You say " you're getting late,
Its the wrong time,
for me to have some faith,
in this relationship which failed "
I keep waiting for you,
As i look at the sun,
It shines on my face
Confusing my tears
with the sweat of my brows,
I feel it slowly burn away my skin
As it turns red, like the bloody scars
Made by the touch of your poisonous hands.
And when you co
SoldierStand your ground soldier.Soldier by *RussianCheerios
Fight back-fight back,
Even though you are out-numbered,
And out-matched.
Stand your ground soldier.
Don’t give up,
They’re closing in on you;
Your team-mates have fallen,
left you to perish alone.
Discouraged,
You are not,
Fighting alone is what you do best,
You keep fighting on,
Even when death is the final outcome.
Stand down soldier.
Why do you keep pushing yourself?
Beaten and battered,
Yet never learning to stay down.
You arrogant fool!
You can’t continuously do this to yourself!
Open your eyes soldier!
Don’t you see you’re blind?
You say you’re alone,
With no one to hold,
And yet you have many people holding you tightly.
Stay down soldier!
Don’t get up again.
Bloody, beaten and alone,
You’ve run your body to the ground,
You’re loved one is calling out to you,
Why don’t you respond?
Get up soldier!
You’re going home.
Back to your wife and son.
Now live happily and love one anot
They Say I'm Guilty Of the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might obThey Say I'm Guilty by ~lalaith913
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is it a person called Scraps992? Don't give up, that boy totally flamed me and his comments were rubbish. Some aren't qualified to say. Note this person is a spammer! he actually pasted the same flame onto my other stories too without reading. 
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