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Lady Mistress -Readk      The teacher continued to bitch and complain to his students. The noise level had finally driven him to snap after five months of patience and ignorance. For once, not a single word or sound came from the students. Not even the small curve of a smirk was evident on the faces staring in awe at the man.        His temper was unsustainable so he repeatedly threw words at his students, disposing them like bombs. Hope was the only thing keeping him from hitting one of the children. Their disrespect, their ignorance, their defiance. Everything about the people surrounding him mad Lady Mistress -Readk
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Unbreakable -julietcaesar      Humans. Again.  
              I lifted my head up from the sweet mountain grass that I was cropping, faintly annoyed as well as relishing a new challenge. My ears cocked like the hunting dogs that the humans brought sometimes, straining for the tell-tale sounds. But no one brought hunting dogs against me anymore.  
              For I am Wildfire the Unbreakable, and no one can break me.  
             &n Unbreakable -julietcaesar
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Boredom is... -julietcaesarBoredom is...   
A drone of a relentless voice  An impatience bubbling within  A switch-off of reality  A day-dream floating by   
Boredom is...   
Walking the path to unreality  Sleeping through the inactivity  Unconscious to the world around  A long, tiring time-dragging torture   
Boredom is...   
A pair of eyes gazing skywards and away  A nose picking up the scent of lunch  A pair of ears hearing those who wander free  A tongue tasting ever distant freedom   
Boredom is...boredom.   
And all that. Boredom is... -julietcaesar
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It'sCRUSHingme-julietcaesarI don’t know what to feel.  I don’t know what to do.  This is totally new  And is horribly true.  
 
I should have known  Since a long time last year  But I denied it all along  Because I harboured a secret fear   
A fear of being teased  A fear of being asked  A fear of embarrassment  A fear of being unmasked   
Now I had to spill it  To my closest friend  After she probed closely  Until I couldn’t pretend   
So now she knows it  I don’t think I can stir easy  Because I’m horribly aware  And that makes m It'sCRUSHingme-julietcaesar
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The Reflections of an hourThe reflection of an hour   
Just one  A singular entity of time  Is what we as rational beings need  To reflect, contemplate the concepts of morality  Alone, sitting in silence  Drowning, subaqueous in a sea of tranquil thought  But a small sliver intruding upon our lives  Within this trivial frame  We can delve deep into our own beliefs  
Question why, pondering our individuality  we all need an hour  Just shut up and fixate upon myriad possibilities  The trials and perplexions of our every day existence  There is a noble comfort in having nothing to say  For ju The Reflections of an hour
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OppresionThe people gather around in a circle  Point and laugh at all the others  Twisted lies grow like weeds from the people’s lips  Propagated by seeds of cruel rumors  Sprout up everywhere and ensnare the unlucky  Grab the others, hold them, tie them up, ne’er to rise  For they might one day rebel against the status quo  And in that event smash the glass house the people have built  
on their foundation of sand  Tear down the supports and watch it all crumble down  And from their high perches the people say nay  Caw their demands from on high  Swoop down to enforce when words ma Oppresion
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Blood Thick Words Of WaterEngulfing the bathroom for the daily wash  Taps pulled like rope,  Blood red water spluttering like a lying daughter  It's enough to make you choke.   
A battle against splatters  Fighting to keep the mess and the curtains from the rip,  Walls can be washed but words carve scars  How did I deserve this?   
Who was there to catch the mess  To wash their poisonous words off the wall,  Who was there to bring me down to Earth  When I took your advice to let myself fall?   
So blood isn't thicker than water  
Water isn't any help unless you wish to drown,  
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SoulificationThe inner world is wracked with turmoil. Mind lost connection with soul. Soul is panicking; unstable. Body can sense this, somewhere around the chest. Words are struggling to come out as brain throbs with painful headache. Eyes can't quite look, but they can see. Tongue is vibrating with words unspoken, unknown, yet to be born and never used. Alien feelings surge as body and mind go numb. That is, numb to all but the pain of confusion.   
She senses the future. She knows that something must be said, something must be written, but remains yet unaware of what it is. The burden of conveying a message from the unknown realm of creativit Soulification
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I'm So Sorry!

Fri Nov 14, 2008, 6:07 AM
Spreading love one fave at a time
From prose to poetic rhyme
We love it all
A writer's desperate call
Screaming to be heard
With every written word

We hear you


Dear members,

I am so sorry that I haven't been online for months! I just haven't had the time to do anything. I haven't even had the time to write anything for myself. I've just been swamped with school work, family issues, and a new boyfriend. I'm really, really, really sorry that I haven't been online!

I'm going to have to play catch up for a few weeks now. I'm reading the contest entries today...if anyone still cares about those.

Hopefully you guys haven't given up all hope in me. I promise I'll log on religiously now.

Again, I'm so sorry for not logging on for months!

Writers4Ever

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~Fa-il Jul 9, 2008, 1:40:44 PM
Owner just hasn't logged on I think. No worries though I'm sure she'll be back soon from wherever she has gone.
(assuming that is, that the owner is a she.) xD
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~troubleinharlem Jul 12, 2008, 3:50:01 PM
... Hopefully.

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I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart.
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~SewnSymphonies Jul 8, 2008, 8:02:01 PM
as did I
my piece has been entered into the contest as well
:)
hope to see it there!

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"I've never believed in the term "Unconditional Love." Because not only is it as ironic as a "Civil War", but as a utterly devastating. But, like a war, it is ultimately necessary, and for some odd reason, mean are addicted to it."
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~troubleinharlem Jul 5, 2008, 6:59:34 AM
Uhm... I entered my piece - I don't really see it, though.

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I wish I was your coronary artery, so that I could be wrapped around your heart.
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~zheregon Jul 3, 2008, 7:53:10 PM
Thank you, very much, for the fav! :]

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i'm addicted ;; i'm needy ;; i'm lost -- without You.
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Mood: Joy ~Arcas122 Jun 26, 2008, 12:08:08 PM
Thanks for the favs, it's always a great boost to see someone else enjoys your work.
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~Writers4Ever Jun 27, 2008, 5:13:50 AM
You're so welcome for the faves. I really enjoyed reading your work.

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For spreading yourself through literature is the greatest gift you can give the world.
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Mood: Joy ~Blanzeflor Jun 24, 2008, 6:24:19 AM
Love your personal quote. TYVM!

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A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.--Oscar Wilde
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~Writers4Ever Jun 24, 2008, 12:19:11 PM
=D

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For spreading yourself through literature is the greatest gift you can give the world.
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Mood: Joy ~poetOflore Jun 21, 2008, 8:57:16 AM
thank you very much for the fav!

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To read is to live, so Read or die !!!!!!!
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