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NaruHina: Love, lost and found!   
The sun set over the hills as Naruto ended his training. His clothes were filthy and torn. He had been working on his taijutsu all day and he was exhausted. He took a deep breath to relax before he walked over to the nearby river, kneeled down and splashed tsome of the cool water over his face.  He paused for a moment to think. He had been distracted all day; something had upset him.  
A few days ago he had been walking through Konoha on his way to ask Sakura out on a date, he had saved up all of his money, and was really going to show her a great time. He had been planning this moment fo in Prose
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My father used to tell me  too much of you is exposed.   
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A fog gathers on the island.  Everyone  sees it.  I watch from the wide lips   
of the window.  Believe what you   
3.   
want to.  Jesus, I was never touched   
in a bad place, the place I called  the slow siesta as a child.  
 
4.   
I make believe I am my mother's pantyhose  
and I run.  Suicide is self expression, saying   
this blood is forsythia.  This blood coul in Poetry
I wish you were here,  I really do.  
I wish I was in your arms.  
They protect me.  
They’re perfect.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could kiss you,  Sweetly;  
Just press my mouth against yours.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could run up to you  
And hug you,  
Throw my arms around you with glee.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I really do.  
I wish I could let myself sink  
Into the nook in your neck  That seems to be made for me to curl up in.  
 
I wish you were here,  
I in Poetry
           I.  Death has been standing outside my house all night.   
Last night I wiped my eyes against the cool glass and I watched him out the leaves of my window; watched while he circled the perimeter, his hands dancing near my rosebushes, giving light touches to the leaves and breaking them off along the neon vein lines. I touch the patches on my face and I try to make out the lines on his body: hooknose frame, dark lidded eyes, nailed mouth. The ceiling of nighttime rushed over him like a blanket and a smile, and I fell asleep with the crook of my head against the si in Prose
Too young to die.  Too old to cry.  Too much in love,  to say goodbye. in Poetry
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As I witness the glorious sunrise,  My hopes begin to reach new heights.   
As the wind blows discreetly across my face,  I’m touched with the beauty of nature in this life.   
When the sky gets gloomy and darkens by the minute,  My mind wanders across boundaries it wishes to stay away from.   
When the raindrops begin to splatter everywhere,  My thoughts are calm yet filled with a touch of sadness.   
While the rain pours heavily onto this earth,  My feelings of despair begin to come to surface.   
When the rain stops and the stillness surrounds me,  I’ in Poetry
Laid out beneath soft summer skies,  Caramel skin glistens like silk;  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Quiet breath and muted sighs,  Fingers pressing against pursed lips,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
I feel them all; the lows, the highs,  The touch of oily, scented skin, and  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Her collarbone, her ribs, her thighs,  All feel as fragile as love,  Laid out beneath soft summer skies.   
When the light finally dies,  I lean towards her as the last of  The sun dances in those amber eyes.   
Bef in Poetry
I am writing you this  On a napkin  In a coffee shop  In a bookstore  With the sweetest smell embracing me—  The smell  Of new books  And  My  
Peppermint  Mocha.  And it’s a novel I write  A dramatic monologue of you and me  And in between the lines  Is a dash  Of  
Poetry  And I swear to you  This will cut you to the core  Because that’s what poems do  They bleed  You  
Dry.  Sitting here at my table  Caught between the reality and  The dream  That we used to find  Sitting on our porch  A in Poetry
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I remember the way I once gazed into your eyes  Every fleck of gold the sun painted in them, I once memorized  I remember exactly how they sparkled in the moonlight  Like the fireflies, when we held each other through the night   
And your heartbeat, and every delicate curve  Which I had once so perfectly learned  And each breath my own breathing spurred  And your precious voice my soul once heard   
You were my universe's Sun  My friend, my dear beloved one  We promised it would always be that way  But it's been so long since that sweet day   
I remember how you held in Poetry
I look in the mirror,  Surprised it has not cracked.  The amount of times I have stared,  Everything it has hacked.   
The few people I have close to me,  They say I am beautiful.  But, they can never know,  Their eyes, covered by wool.   
The worst of it is at school,  My only friend is just as bad,  My distorted appearance,  It is not just a fad.   
They have dominance over me,  I have no will power left,  Nobody notices anyway,  That my life has been a theft. in Poetry
STORY TITLE: Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd: Rebirth   
AUTHOR: Me, meself, and I.   
CHAPTER RATING: PG-13 ( Mild violence, mild language, a weeping Sweeney. D: )   
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sweeney Todd. Though I wish every night that I did, it shall never be so.   
CHAPTER SUMMERY: Todd has finally reached the shores of England and is returning home. Though expecting the sight of his beautiful wife, he gets something else he rather would not have to face.  
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please, I ask you to NOT fav and run on this story. I'd like just as much reviews as favorites. :)   
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Awaken to find yourself  In a place you belong again  Loneliness cannot exist  
In a place so beautiful   
Now tell yourself  The simple words  The simple things we need to know  Just please don't go   
(Chorus)  Couldn't you tell  
That we are just  
a little unbroken now?  And whisper the words  To wake yourself  
From the vows  That we never took  Just take a look  At yourself  You're a little unbroken now   
Now tempted to fate  We must resist the words we say  We're running the race  The finish line is the light of in Poetry
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slicing her eyes  piercing her skin,  I know what I do is a moral sin   
cutting through the veins  painting shades of red,  sleeping with my eyes open   
time tick-tocketing away  nothing is saved for another day,  I think it's Sunday   
throwing the toy away  soon to grab another,  I must go to church now with mother   
butchering another's mind  into destroying it's being,  makes them lose faith...even in praying   
taking control  then breaking the strings,  these are just a few of my favourite things!.. in Poetry
You were always my shoulder to lean on  My lap to cry on  The one who always took my side  The one who always had my back  Who supported me,  Whether I was right,  Or wrong   
You were always the person I could call  My 24 hour go to girl  The one I could rely on  The one I could depend on  Who loved me,  Whether I was upset,  Or happy   
You were always my best friend  My rock  The one I could turn to  The one I could whine to  Who knew me better than I knew myself  Who loved me more than anyone  And who was willing to take on the wo in Poetry
                         dramaelfie's Avatar: The Last Airbender Party Planner   
312- All Nations Day  Are you an Air Nomad, or a Fire Nation citizen? How about a member of the Water Tribe or the Earth Kingdom? Whoever you are, come dressed in your favorite nation’s colors (Water: blue and purple; Earth: green and brown; Fire: red and gold; Air: orange and yellow) and wear your symbols with pride! (And, yes, Air Nomads can tattoo arrows on themselves)  What to bring: Any cookie decorations havi in Prose
Because you do not love us  as we want to love ourselves.   
Because of the scarlet letters  you embroider on our chests  as we're sleeping on yours.   
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty  and squeeze mothers and prostitutes  
from the girls we really are.   
Because you deny us of a sleep  
deep enough to remember ourselves in.   
Because each love song only  
serves to keep time to your lies.   
Because Disney fooled us:  we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered  with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.   
Because the heroines of our you in Poetry
"Selfless Sacrifice”   
The sun was now fully out as it was around noon as the shinobi moved quickly as the light peak through the canopy of trees. Camp had been cleaned up by the shinobi as they made their way onward to the village, leaping through the trees again, slower this time so that the girls wouldn’t be exhausted again when they arrived. The only that comforted them in this situation was that they knew that Naruto and Lee were the only ones of their generation that had this stamina.   
‘At least the trees are blocking the sunlight, that would only make this harder to do.’ Sakura thought to hers in Prose
The moon peeks out from behind the clouds tonight  It hides itself from everyone  Afraid to come into full sight  It knows it will never measure up to the sun  For it only has such dim light  So the moon continues its cycle only when the days are done. in Poetry
04/07/08  Like in a dream,  I've swam in ocean of diamonds.  Stolen,  Broken hearts in a world of strangers.  I've painted the tallest of mountains,  Mended hearts with heart scratched words.  But I've never thought of stop sailing the world,  Until last night,  When I realized that I've unconsciously placed my heart in your hands,  Beating rhythm an ocean away. in Poetry
leonidus: This is!......Where are we?   
soilder: Sparta, sir.   
Leonudis: SPARTA!   
Leewin: We dont want pizza! *slams door*   
leonidus: Meh, come on boys. Lets go to little ceasars.   
Dentaris: Can i come?   
Leonidus: YESS!!....but ask your parents.   
Dentaris: *asks leewin*   
Leewin: Don't give her any weapons...   
Dentaris: >... can i have spear?   
Leonidus: Just becuase i look like a body builder doesnt mean i have the brains of one. *gives her a bouncy ball*  
 
Dentaris: You will suffer >8(   
Leonidus: oh ho in Prose
The coldest wind ever felt  Blows cold and angry and hard  Through bleak silent trees,  
Carrying dead gray ashes  On its frozen fingers.   
The dark night envelopes the world,  Wrapping deadly, endless silence  Around harsh unforgiving fires  Burning under extinct cities,  Forgotten in the light of dusk.   
Ghosts haunt echoing streets  Flitting through endless shadows,  Waiting for the dawn to break.  The Damned scream voicelessly,  Begging for the broken calm.   
And through this Hellish night,  A cry shatters the terrifying quiet.  The biti in Poetry

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