05-27-2008, 01:00 PM
The shortest story ever, haha if you say. It's my story but I cannot take the whole credit cause I took some ideas from other stories. Thanks everyone! Especially yorkz for the word 'Selcouthia'!
March 03, The day which the people of Selcouthia trust on. On that day, a fairy comes at Selcouthia and spreads happiness all over Selcouthia. "Lofta, put the bear on the shelf, Oh no no! Sonda not like that!" Queen scoulded the servants. Everyone wasn't happy yet. They all were scoulded by the queen, everyday, everynight. They just wanted to quite the work but they knew the fairy would come and bring their happiness back, as well as others think. Before the fairy comes, we need to homes get ready.
"Polly, did you asked queen?" Polly's grandmother asked. "Grandma, the queen says mother has to go till she has work." Replied polly. Polly was a poor girl whom's mother is a servant at the queen's palace. "P-P-Polly, Don't wo-rry, I'll get there." Polly's mother shivered of fever. "Noooo Mom! You're sick, and I won't let you go there!"
"I'm going to present the-" The queen stopped her words. "Queen!" Princess stopped the queen. "What happened princess?" Asked the queen. "Polly's mother need to get to hospital!"
To be continued....
I made it today, really short I know. Next part coming soon...Hope you like it I'm not intrested to post it on tdp stories at this moment...
Poem About Me - 05-31-2008, 08:33 PM
I'm just an average teen girl, livin in her own little world
Tryin to find out what's right every day and night
Sometimes i'm a lil crazy but most times i'm shy
People laugh at me as they see me pass by
My heart is in sorrow and my soul is in deep pain
All my hopes and dreams feel like they're being drained away
I'm just like a rose, whose figure looks bold
But inside me there's a feeling that feels really cold
I'm so delicate inside and everyday i cried
But i need to stand up tall and look to the sky so proud
For today's my lucky day and i'm going to shout out loud
To the whole world, that i'm something so useful
I hate it when everyone thinks i'm not that truthful
My day will come when everyone will see
That god will be right by my side, watching over me.
Alone - 08-14-2008, 07:41 PM
This is a poem that I wrote as an introduction to an English paper about Loneliness. I made an A on it too. :3
"Do you know what loneliness feels like?
It is the same as falling from the sky,
And slamming into a cold, black abyss.
An ocean that stretches on forever.
But this ocean has no floor.
There are no fish.
There are no boats that skim across it.
There is only
And you struggle to stay afloat.
You are afraid of drowning.
You are afraid of being alone forever.
But efforts are fruitless and you sink.
And then, there is
Depression consumes you,
Insanity is your master.
Nothing in itself is the absence of all.
But Nothing in the sense of loneliness
There is Nothing more.
And that is All.
That is what loneliness feels like."
So...what do you guys think?
08-18-2008, 11:48 PM
Once there was a Fairyland
For just one week.
It was dark there and yet light,
Those clouds warmed us so at night.
Every little princess had a thousand
Hundreds little crowns with ten per leaf.
The nights there are velvet, black but
You still can feel
The air as horses nuzzling
The wind blowing sweet sakura scent.
The green dťcor come fresh, Never
been trampled still.
Just one week, and then that
Magic Arkansan spring,
When no one's gone to Mexico,
Slowly turns into normal
Spring with clear skies and more flowers
But somewhere thrown aside its zing.
My poem - 09-10-2008, 01:09 AM
Personally, I don't like poetry very much. Cowboy Poetry Week back in Elko ruined it for me. But I still write it sometimes, like this one.
I watch it fall, crystal clear
From a leafís tip, very near
The rain around, though itís drops many
Cannot compare to this oneís beauty
Slowly each one forms, then plummets
Down, down, down, away from its summit
At long last it crashes, violently to the ground
And I swear, I swear I hear a faint breaking sound
There it joins the rest of its kin
That fell off the same leaf, to create this puddle thin
There on the floor, they join their inferior others
Their small, quick and loveless raindrop brothers
It seems so unfair that these plump, jewel-like things
That meander slowly downward, causing each leaf to sing
Must again be rejoined to the rest of skyís water
That lacks any rhythm or tempo, its just clamor
These little drops each take their turn
One after the other, in a pattern anyone can learn
And even when the common raindrops have all hit the earth
They continue their dripping, each one a new birth
However, eventually, they too must end
Slower they come, until there are no more to send
Occasionally youíll see the last of these drops
Clinging desperately to their leaf, until at last it must stop
How sad it is to watch the last shimmering orb fall
The leaf now abandoned until the next rainstorm calls
And when at long last it does, I will sit here and gaze
As each of my droplets briefly takes center stage
09-13-2008, 03:33 AM
Sorry to just BUMP this thread after a month but i have a poem....
We lay in our beds, with blank faces,
Our eyes are red, our cheeks are wet, all we can think about is not the present, nor the past, but the future. each in our lives we all want to say, after somthing big happens we just want to pray 'i don't want to grow up'
Song - 11-15-2008, 10:12 PM
Your love has made me weak
Your love has made me strong
Your love is something I've wanted along
You gave your love to me
I thought it was divine
But when i gave my love to you
You destroyed mine
I thought you could be different
I thought that everything I knew
I felt deep inside I could change you
Now I see I was wrong
And a player you'll always be
But baby you'll soon find out when youll be missin me
I will have moved on
And have gotten over you
You will have to live with the truth.
I just write this like in a second over this guy who I knew was a player but I still talked to him anyway. He reallly dod care about me but he thought it was okay to kiss and be all over his ex girlfriend while we were talking. So I ended it. So yeah thats it lol
11-29-2008, 05:31 PM
I really like this poem, I don't know why.
It's The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
"I have always valued my lifelessness."
~Tik Tok (Return to Oz)
03-22-2009, 07:17 PM
I Don't know if I can post songs here but I just made this up:
Iíve been low before
Lower than Dirt
Lower than worms
Lower than the core of the Earth
But never this low
Never this long
Never before like this
I feel my surroundings
Closing in on me now
Its getting tighter
Its getting smaller
How much longer can I stand this
How much longer should I take this abuse
I just wanna wake up now
And feel the sun on my face
Cloudy days to be over
The sun to shine
The rain to pass me by
I want this to be over
Here I am again
With a knife in hand
The rope around my neck
Just waiting for me to jump
Just waiting for me to fall
Just waiting for it to be over
I just want it to be over
I feel your beady eyes watching me
Waiting to tear me apart
Limb by limb by limb
Youíre closing in on me
Iím running, Iím running
Faster and faster and faster
And faster and faster
Until you catch me, until Iím your prisoner
Until I am yours
Then I wake up
And your standing there
Watching me sleep
Watching my every move
With a knife in hand
Being single doesn't make you weak, it means that you are strong enough to be on your own; Being alone could be a good thing, because there is no drama involved in your life, no pain, and free to do what ever you want. Life is too short to be chasing those who aren't even worth fighting for, you are worth more than that.
03-22-2009, 11:45 PM
Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay
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