shattereddreams17

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The Way by shattereddreams17, literature

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The Way

The way I loved you was horrendous The way you loved me was sad Unrequited love is an easy existence Compared to me, for I am going mad. You claim you requite my love But do you even requite? Is it just a claim? String me along, goddamn you. I want to curse your name. For someone who claims that they love you do so much less than that Unless its in your benefit, you wont care, I believe your love goes to a cat. So un-requite, my pathetic love, and take yourself away from here Surely you'll find We'll be of sound mind, As long we both are never near.

Oh by shattereddreams17, literature

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Oh

Oh Maybe it's the water, Maybe it's the sun, Or the burdens lifted off my shouders The depression gone, Maybe the breeze so sweet, Or the flowers in my hair, Maybe it's just amazing, That i'm relaxing for once in my life, Smiling and laughing... Maybe it's the water, Maybe it's the sun, I think I'm in love. Maybe I'm must dizzy, I used to be the queen of cynics, What the hell happened? Take away the sunshine and the flowers and the water and you and I'm just the miserable girl of the past, Maybe the miserable girl is gone Wehre did she go? I wonder... In place is a laughing girl, a smiling girl, a happy girl. Oh This is

Let Me by shattereddreams17, literature

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Let Me

Let the poison run its course through my body, Let the knife find it's home in my heart, Let the ocean floor find a new friend in my corpse, Let the sharks tear me apart, Let the trains find new tracks along my ribs, Let the car find new speed bumps of my stomach, Let them take me far away to another world, Another Life, Let me die so I can stay Away from you, Let the wind drop my body in the canyon or in the sand, Let the vultures pick at bones and flesh and leave me rotting on the land, Let the clouds cry and wash my bones into the river cold and deep, And leave you torn and angry, as you watch the heavens weep, Away from you

If Only They Knew by shattereddreams17, literature

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If Only They Knew

Whispering, snickering, behind my back, If only they knew, they wouldn't be laughing, What's that on your arms? What's that on your face If only they knew, they'd be crying, Why are you quiet like that? What's wrong with you? If only they knew, they'd burn with shame, If I had to courage to tell them, though, What would I say? Should I describe what you did to me? The scars you left on my arms and face? Should I inform them that my silence is because A wrong Word could cost me my life? I wonder, what would I say? Would I tell them you hurt me? You Broke me? No. I wouldn't...Not for fear of you, Fear of your eyes, the color of

You by shattereddreams17, literature

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You

I wake up, I smile, I walk outside, Spend my whole day in sunshine's glory, Not thinking of you Not thinking about your sullen darkness, We laugh, we sing we bask in joy, We never think about you, I do things I haven't done in a long time, Breaking out of my shell, escaping my sorrow, Not thinking of you, My wrist is grabbed, a knife to my neck, It's you What a surprise Force me back into my cage, Kill me, hurt me, destroy my life, Threaten me, scare me, tell me I'm nothing, Destroy my Life, Sunshine's glory backs away in fear, And the Clouds cover to sheild the heavens from such a sight, You have your way and leave me her

I See by shattereddreams17, literature

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I See

What do I see when I look around? What do I see when I look in the halls of my high school? I see people who talk about absolutely nothing I see people whose pastime is myspace I see people who hurt I see people who jeer I see people who only want sex, not depth I see people who have nothing to say to each other but gossip I see people who hurt I see people who jeer I see people who think being beautiful makes you more interesting I see people who think feelings are made to be hurt I see people who hurt I see people who jeer I see people who can't say anything nice; who only know how to complain. I see people who claim to be "g

Chapter One: Disneyland by shattereddreams17, literature

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Chapter One: Disneyland

Chapter One: Disneyland Gabrielle sat comfortably in the heavy wooden chair. Across from her sat a girl of 15 years of age. Dark brown hair fell to her mid-back, slightly hiding grey eyes and a pale face. Petite but muscled, bruises, scratches and scars covered her arms, legs and one slash on her face. On her right forearm were the numbers 2134232. An ID number. One her left forearm was a red phoenix. Gabrielle held up the file. "Nicole…Brachson?" "Yes." The voice was firm, but surprisingly warm. "Well, Nicole. I'm Gabrielle. Gabby, if you will. How are you?" "Fine." The girl looked surprised. "Something wrong?" "You're not lik

Rahia and Sam by shattereddreams17, literature

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Rahia and Sam

Rahia and Sam Rahia Bendel was Cerdan's only daughter, as I mentioned before. She was one of the only people that Cerdan loved in his life. He only loved his foster Gypsy mother, his wife, his son (sometimes), and her. Considering that he'd killed his mum and his wife, he didn't have anyone left to love except her. She was also an extremely good-looking girl. From her mother's vampire heritage, she'd gotten white skin, dark eyes, and a red mouth. She'd gotten the flaming red hair from the goblin's side. These proved to be a combination that resulted in many whistles from the soldiers. Unfortunately, Robert was one of the most protective

Guilt by shattereddreams17, literature

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Guilt

Guilt Kirsten, Leila, and Jack the Ripper were my friends in the C.B. Ben and I hung out only a little bit because of the Relation Law. In the C.B., brother and sisters were only allowed about 5 hours of contact total each week. This was to ensure no escape tactics. Because of our busy schedules, we only hung out Friday and Sunday, maybe. Each of my friends was different. Kirsten kept a double reality going, to keep her "sane" as she called it. Leila promptly deleted her reality, due in large part to her hatred of the family she left behind. Jack also deleted his family, because of his temper. When you delete your opposite reality, you

Oh C.B. by shattereddreams17, literature

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Oh C.B.

Oh, C.B. Oh, C.B., Oh how we love you C.B. The C.B. mission was simple: Take people and show them the evils of the world. Then, convince them to fight for it and plan a waging war on the Goblins to get Old Asshole King to pay. It worked like this: Create a double reality. Let me explain. You and I can live an entire day in 24 hours. We can, for instance, wake up, go to work/school, come home, go to a dance class, come back, eat dinner, do homework, brush your teeth, and go to bed. In a double reality, one could do all that, and at the same time, lead a completely different life in another part of the world. That means that someone can be

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And life flows back by thingswentbackwards, literature

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And life flows back

How many times have the strings been pulled? To be there, to be shown, Then discarded to the corner To wait for you to pull the sting which brings me back to life. The smile, the pretty face, the paint that hides the streaks Of the tears that flow when needed no more. Where did you go when my heart bleeds so? When the hurt won't stop and the pain grips my soul. Crying out to you no sound is return, Why can't I cut and run. Each day I die, Not knowing why, I stay here cold and alone, Till the next time you pull and call out my name. And life flows back and I come back to life. Back by your side, for the shortest of time,

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Favourite genre of music: everything
Favourite photographer: I'll figure it out
Personal Quote: "Be alive. Stop thinking about people's opinion. Be Alive."

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I'll figure that out soon

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The Princess Bride

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Gavin Degraw

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Hugh Pratner

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shattereddreams17

Apr 14, 2007

The little girl

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I once knew a girl who radiated sunshine. I once knew a girl who saw the universe in her own little eyes as a world of perfection. I once knew a girl who loved to explore, who loved to learn and loved to share her discoveries with everyone. I loved the little girl very much. The girl no longer exists as she was. She has no time for innocence. She knows not what is outside of the society she lives in. It is a society of war, of confusion and of desperation. She has no expectations for herself and no goals. She has what she does not want and she wants what she cannot have. The music of her childhood and of her development has been interrup

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shattereddreams17

Apr 11, 2007

9 months

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Since I've written anything. 9 months I've been starving I find it extremely curious that I feel closer to fellow deviants than to my own friends. Cecania ~<3

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shattereddreams17

Aug 22, 2006

Slavemasters

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You have no trust in her. Every word that escapes her mouth is considered a lie, a disgusting statement before it collides with the air's mollecules and creates sound. It is as if a criminal, a murderer, lives within the confines of their home, and therefore must not be treated as a human. Just as a slave, as a horrible murderer, a liar, a thief. But what about this person makes them a theif? They have not done things to deifne them as a criminal; on the contrary, their actions have expressed a wholly different air... so you could say the true liar is you... you, who have an obligation and a desire to teach her, help her, raise her...is thi