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I remembered my password! Hello you lovely, lovely poetry dolls. I'm not here for a long time, but I'm here for a good time. I just wanted to say: I love you people. I'm so happy this site is still here, even though I only show up during my darkest times, and you guys always brighten it up. (Now to ...

I found a handful of things, just enough to make me smile. I printed a book of hardcopies about five years ago that I either have at my parents or somewhere in my house. This place in general just warms my heart, is why I stumble back every once in a while. :)

Back less than an hour, and I felt the need to find the man who still makes me wonder about his green beer, to stumble upon his passing. You're missed Tom. And everyone else who lived up in that head.

Haha, Bags, I couldn't count the people over the years of roaming in and out of the Page's door that have impacted my life, but I still appreciate each and every one of you people! Besides, if it wasn't for all the ones I havn't met yet, the Pages might not be here, and then I wouldn't have this lit...

Oh, I love you guys. I havn't been here in ages, but someone was asking if I had any of my writings from when I was younger, and I stumbled onto this..

Because life is just too much. And because a panic attack is on the way. ~~~ Day-to-day, Hand-to-mouth, School-to-job. Life shouldn't be about working to live. Life in essence is living. We all run to be adults, Jump, sprint, and plead, Asking God to turn up time, So we can make our own dime. Rememb...

Two months longer will I be a teen, Used to be, I’d be green. Now I look around and wonder, Two jobs, student, and more, I’m at a loss of a writer. Two months longer, Will I laugh as I see them, Hating their life, Hating their job. Two months, I was never supposed to be like this. I’m a dreamer, A w...

Me: I wrote this a few days ago. It's not much, but I'm hoping to actually complete this story, atleast a little more of it. We'll have to see if it works out in my head or not. ;] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ May 1st, 2010 [indent][/indent]“The best place to start is usually the begi...

Pruned and updated 12/13/07

Next day. Odd, to be nice about it. Lots of baby formula showing up. I frowned a little, also finding oddly sized diapers in the kitchen, on the counter. I shook my head and paid it no real attention, starting to cook breakfast. A small sound of a door opening sounded in the background. He was up. I...

I’d waited until there were no more tears, no more pain. No feeling of any sort. It was time to leave. I hadn’t heard or felt anyone near since I’d had woken, and was hoping everyone was working. It was possible, wasn’t it? I’m not completely sure, and really don’t care. I’d managed to get onto my f...

Pain, sharp, lungs squeezing, pain. He went faster as I fought, harder, crueler. How can he? How could he? Why? The question ran through my head as I wondered, cried, screamed. And broke. But deep down I know. I’d known all along. The pain was what I’d asked for. Wasn’t it? He’d said that was what I...

You have no idea how happy it made me to read that,forever. :]
Thank you for the nice words.

Forum Award Winner: June 8, 2008 http://www.heinzs.poetrypages.com/images/at261.gif Growing [Doesn't make sense.] by BrightMindDarkHeart Sometimes life is hard, No one is about to deny this fact. Sometimes it's even down-right unbearable, And to ignore that would be useless. I'm not asking to deny ...

Snorple, PG-13 in my opinion means there will be something of a sexual pretense. I'm a girl, I love romance and admit it. No, I don't plan on writing any explicit sex scenes, but saying something along the lines of they spent the night togther is a very large possibility. [And if I do go over that m...