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My Portal to Her Emotions by FreedomWriter95, literature

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My Portal to Her Emotions

Reverberating, my voice bounces from wall to ceiling to wall to floor. Without a window nor portal it drowns and echoes. A sickening sound made by the weeping and trembles seizing my body. Everything, all of Pandora's emotions pouring over me like a waterfall, pushing me down as I get back up and tumble to the rocks once more. My broken worn out frame taking the worst of the worst as I hurtle myself to the wall again and again and again. 'Nothing's real unless it hurts' they used to chide, their words chaffing my immoral fantasy. The water from the skies keeps hitting me and tripping me so I sink. Tied with a rock to my heart the outl

My Prison In Eyes by FreedomWriter95, literature

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My Prison In Eyes

everyday my heart contends once a shock now the bend. A life in chains that's come to ruins even then I had to lose. A birthright so set in stone only once did I comend the throne. The kingdom so high and so fair never was I to breath their air. An outsider, and inter-lude heaven help me please the rude. All their rules, each a crock every one has been taken and dropped. Each chip further and harder my heart continues to rest. The hole in my mind has since then commence never once had I been lost in quest. Stray'en from the the brick, the gravel, the norm I've all but opted to walk alone. Too many inquires, too many faults

Another Fateful Day by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Another Fateful Day

If I asked you to turn your cheek I know you'd gladly comply. But yet somehow im the darkest mists I see the tears that draw your eyes. A shadow, far and weeping, contorts your gorgeous smile- and even though I know it, I'm clearly not worth your while. You stagger to the bar and I always help you back, but in the hours it seems, I'm only a minor crack. The chains rattle and weep, they never silence at all- yet here they seem to portray a human without a call.

Samantha's Story by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Samantha's Story

I should have known. I guess it was inevitable, but my hopes got too high. My mind filled itself with dreams and wishes- my heart was too far gone. I knew the time would pass and eventually, so would our love. 'A night without consequences'- what was I thinking? Could it have been the alcohol? The loneliness? I knew when the dawn was to break and stream through the curtain my life was to sink further. I was to fall and break a little more each time. I knew. Now my eyes held an emptiness; one that was to repleace any emotion. Had I just thrown myself to Posiden? I just threw away four whole months of strength. I had run back to him, his waitin

Coming Undone by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Coming Undone

A memory gone; it's been misplaced. The ties that bound have turned to lace. Each and every fall I break; more and more I scatter like rain. No one knows what I've done and no one understands what I've become. A horrible soul that's turned to black- no one gets there's no turning back. A path long forgotten in ruins- everyone searches though there's no clues. Salty droplets fall from my eyes, all-in-all I'm tired of these lies. A stone wall starting to break- everyone ran from the dam they thought fake. As it floods the pain pours too; I guess we never really knew. Stones crumble and angels weep- never a day I thought I'd see. With

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My Portal to Her Emotions by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Another Fateful Day by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Another Fateful Day

Samantha's Story by FreedomWriter95, literature

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Samantha's Story

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Another 100 Reasons to Stay ALive by Randomization1998, literature

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Another 100 Reasons to Stay ALive

Another 100 Reasons to Stay Alive 1) Lying in bed while the rain hits against the window. 2) Seeing them after a long absence. 3) Waking up in someone's arms. 4) Cosy nights in. 5) Watching bad movies with friends. 6) Walking in the fog. 7) Hot days when you lounge about in skimpy clothes. 8) An eagerly awaited email arriving. 9) Snuggling. 10) Going out for coffee and a chat. 11) Wifi connecting automatically. 12) Realising that it isn't as bad as you thought. 13) Chocolate and fizzy drinks after the dentist. 14) My friend messaging me first. 15) Being protected. 16) Looking through old photos. 17) Making people smile. 18) Feeling myself

Romania x Reader - Is It Really A Myth? Prologue by Hiyono-chan1209, literature

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Romania x Reader - Is It Really A Myth? Prologue

Romania x Reader – Is It Really a Myth? Prologue -Five Years Old- You were sitting on one of the swings, sipping from your juice box. It was about a month into the school year already. Kindergarten was more fun than you had expected, but you wished every day that you were back at home with Mommy. People liked you apparently, but the first time you smiled, they all ran away, screaming "Monster!" A single tear ran down your cheek. You wiped it away in frustration as you leaned over to put the now empty juice box next to the bar holding up the swing. Looking up at the sky, you took in the blueness of it as you thought about life here. Y

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Salutations. Greetings. Welcome to my shadow-casted abode. I live on tumblr and feed from the blood of my victims--just kidding, there is no cannibalism going on here. I do live on tumblr though- find me at. trappedinthis-castle. I've been writing poetry scraps and other works that can actually be called poetry since 6th or 5th grade. I'm 17 -almost 18- as I'm updating this. So about me:
I get most of my poetry and story ideas from songs, books, shit people say, and of course, my inner-fangirl. Also, a big part of my poetry comes from me not knowing who I am. I kid you not- I do not know who I come from or why I was given up, or if, genetically speaking, it really Is me against the world. Wish I knew... I know I come from a city in Romania -all you Vladimir Tepes haters shut the hell up- and that I am now in USA. I can't for sure say I know my name, or my birthday honestly. I am simply an amoeba in a Petri dish...did I get that right- can that be a new saying. (Does it make sense)?

I write sad, more sad, and ' crying a river' poetry. Sorry- no curtained words here-- look over by that paper mâché rock. (End sarcasm)
I love the splitting sound of thunder and the dream-evoking sights of lightening. I love the aromas of seaside nights and cashmere forests (the Cashmere Forests is a Glade thing). I fall asleep best if a sweet concoction of melody and white noise are sounded. Sometimes I fall asleep wide eyed from fear of the shadow-hidden creatures. Yet others, I revel in the peace found from the grotesque corners.

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Black Stallion, Dan In Real Life

Favourite TV Shows

CSI (Vegas & Miami), Touched By An Angel, Supernatural, NCIS, I Dream Of Jeannie, Scooby Doo (animated only)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jimmy Eat World, The Killers, Panic At The Disco, Reba, Rachel Macwhiter, Florence And The Machine

Favourite Books

Beautiful Joe, Cody McFadyen's Smokey Barrett books, Karin Slaughter's Sara Tolliver and Will Trent series, Mary Higgens Clark, Magic TreeHouse books by Mary Pope Osborne

Favourite Writers

See above..., F. Scott Fitzgerald, Nietzsche, Edmund Vance Cooke (How Did You Die poem), Lord A. Tennyson

Favourite Games

Cribbage, Bullshit, I Spy books, Truths (Truth or Dare minus dares), mature & meaningful This or That

Favourite Gaming Platform

Cards, Wii

Other Interests

Photography, Watching old Disney movies on my kick ass VHS

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FreedomWriter95

Nov 7, 2011

Trampled or Trample-er

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Am I honestly supposed to sit back and let them walk all over me?! You've got to be flying high, mister! So what- I'm a girl! Does that mean I can't fight back? That I can't make a reputation to stand strong? Too bad! Do I give a crap about what society thinks- I don't think so! They want to fight? Well here I am! Take another blow at me! And another. And another. And another. I won't fall. I'll drop some blood during our fight but it won't bother me. Cuts, bruises- A SIGN OF SELF-WORTH!! I ain't no chicken; I can take your stupid words that you throw my way! I can take the stones and the branches, and anything else you want to try, buddy. G

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FreedomWriter95

Nov 5, 2011

Another Editoral from the Column that is my Life

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Let me start off by saying 'what the heck.' Good, now that that's out of the way I can get started : ) Life's been...how you say- interesting and emotional lately. Now I'm not saying I'm depressed because I most certainly am not! But it seems I've been handed a ticket and pointed to the roller roaster. So maybe I'm not THE ONLY ONE on that roller coaster but I don't like it. I don't like it at all! In fact, I'd like for the conductor to stop the ride this instant, but I can't. Life isn't like that; you can't just get off whenever you want! No matter how scary. The conductor can't stop the ride; he doesn't have the power to-only you have the

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Jul 21, 2011

Fake Friends

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No offense, but... There are some people who are getting too fake on dA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends and pageviews they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Re-post this if you are a friend...Don't reply... just copy and paste this in a new bulletin as "Fake Friends