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posted by whitelion
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
Du were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house oder fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

Du did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
Du sagte your chance at Liebe had past Du Von
i told i'm here so dont Du cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

Du were like my juliet and i your romeo
Du Liebe me i Liebe Du thats all i need to know
no longer will Du dream of Liebe thats true
no longer will i wander my Suchen has led to you
posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd Liebe some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
Du are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as Du lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are herz at name.



Du may notice that only the Sekunde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to Zeigen the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
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I find myself in a dungeon. I walk down the dungeon hall, looking into cells. I eventually come across a cell with a little boy.
"Hello sweetie. What are Du doing in there?" I ask gently. He faces me and I see his eyes are empty, soulless, like he's dead inside.
"Mummy?" He asks with a British accent. He must be really far from home. "Are Du my mummy?" he asks me innocently.
"No, sweetie. I don't know where your mummy is," I tell him.
"Mummy, mummy, mummy," he continues.
"Don't waste your time dearie. He never says anything else," the little man in the Weiter cell tells me.
"Okay. And who are you...
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posted by juliet98
Julia beacame a women when she was 12. After she felt powerless for the first time in her little life. It was a sunny day, but in the hearts of the people it was dark. The country was entering in the war, and many youth had to prepare for the battle. Julia and her family, her mom, her dad, and her brother were having lunch. they were silent, Julia behaved badly, she argued with her brother and wanted him to desappear. Suddenly somebody knocked on the door. Her dad opened it and came back in the küche with a tall man they didn't know. He was wearing a dark mantel and black boots. He talked with...
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The Tag To Tag Grind Of Screenwriting Von Justin Trevor Winters via link Mehr video interviews here: link
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posted by para-scence
"You've got to be joking," Gwen said, her eyes wide in fear.

"We're not," Blake said. Gwen stared at the floor, and took a deep breath. I patted her knee.

"I'm sorry, Gwen..." I sagte quietly. She looked at me, incredulous.

"What are Du sorry for?! I can't believe Blaine could just sit there while you..." she shook her head real fast and then held it in her hands. "This is... unbelievable." My throat started to swell up. I was beginning to think that it wasn't such a great idea to tell her that I remembered Blaine. She was freaking out.

"It's not his fault, really," I tried to amend. "I mean, I...
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posted by I_DONT-KNOW
I have no idea where im going to go with this one yet again. So suggestions would be good...thanks!



Alexis tossed and turned causing her sheet to slip off her bett and onto the floor.The rain pelted off of the window, the wind crashed through the trees causing them to howl. Gänsehaut appeared up and down Alexis's bare arms, soon she was shivering. Yet she didnt wake from her hellish dream, that was disturbing her well needed sleep. She began to whimper, and moan. Finally her golden eyes flashed open darting about her room. Satisfied nothing was there she rubbed the goosebumps, collected her...
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Every Beginning Screenwriter Is Told They’re Terrible Von Peter Russell at Story Expo 2014 via link Mehr video interviews at link
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Very funny... because we all used to think that's how things worked.
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