| This is a poem i wrote when i lost someone i loved, im sharing it with you, becasue i want people to know there not suffering alone ! xx |
| This is a poem i wrote when i lost someone i loved, im sharing it with you, becasue i want people to know there not suffering alone ! xx |


My rule... He was on his knees directly infront of her, gazing into her eyes. When he told her "It'll be fine. No one will hurt you again. Ever". Silently she nodded, watching him, seein him, looking at him the way she had never seen any one before, in her life. Transfixed. He was her world, he was everything, and she depended on him. He took her feelings and emation, she was empty accept for one thing, Lust. His. Mine. Her viens soaking and swimming in it. Seaking, finding her heart. Her heart speed fast, incredibly fast,My rule...


No more forgiveness...Red...Black...White...fills me, Fists clenched, Eyes wide, And he looks down on me.No more forgiveness...
"What do you want?" I ask him in spits, "Your dead to me", Fills the air.
"I'm not your dad anymore", My own dad, Tears faught back, Mouth filled with fire.
But snapps tightly shut, As he drags me, Like he did mum, And he hits me, like he did her.
"Now your dead to me", she snaps back eventually.
| Hey... Enter, I DARE YOU. Some okay stuff in here, read them. And leave comments. Pritty please xxchelseaxx |


You'll Never Read This.one. i've always loved corny, sappy love stories. i've always wanted one as my first and only relationship. it's funny how most young girls don't understand the meaning of a "break-up".You'll Never Read This.
two. you always wanted to be an artist. your plans changed when you met me. now you want to be an actress, or something. how quaint. you always hide your feelings well, and telling lies is your best quality.
three. i doubt you'll ever read much of my work anyway, and that's exactly why i write so much based on you, and our experiences together. because everyone has always hated reading the same stories about th


Krakow, 1942Little princess never sees the belly of the beast sliding up under her skirt, wrapping around her feet on the mean streets where clocks tick backwards and the world tastes of salt.Krakow, 1942
She never notices the dagger eyed man slouched in the slatted doorway, breeding mayhem under his coat and pick-pocketing the pock eyed children who sleep between the wire.
She never hears the death rattle that rips souls loose from boxcars and twists sad history under foot in the dead calm of nightmares.
Little princess wears
| Hi my name is Chelsea Wood and i am an alcoholic, only joking im not really. Although i do like to have one. My name os Chelsea and i am 15years of age, i live in [link]. When im older i want to be an proffessional writter and poet, my inspiration is L.J.Smith and P.C.andKristin Cast. There amazing. As you can tell, i love to talk, god i cannit stop when i start. Get what i mena? I am very loud, i laugh way to much and im never really unhappy. I get very hyper of cherry coke and vimto so if you want a laugh bring on the pop. my life is pritty normal but im not lol. I had origionally blong hair, but oded it dark as youll be able to seee in my galary of the piks of me. I love deviant art, i spend at least 6 hourse on it a day, i have to. Im always writing and typing tring to get new poems for all you readers. Well theres a little insite of me, and told you i cant stop. see yous xxchelseaxx |
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Living is easy with eyes closed.
Love is life, and if you miss love, you miss life.
I love you, and I can't do anything about it.
But life goes on.
I just want you to know who I am.
- Goo Goo Dolls.
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We Live, We Breath and Every Moment is a Masterpiece...
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Sometimes love means letting go,
when you want to hold on tighter xx
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Gracie Grapefruit <33
I Hope That No-one Ever Leaves Cuz I Don't Wanna Be Alone With Me
=RawEm0tion for the win (:
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Sometimes love means letting go,
when you want to hold on tighter xx
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Sometimes love means letting go,
when you want to hold on tighter xx
x
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'her heart belongs to one, and to one it will always unconditionally belong'
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Sometimes love means letting go,
when you want to hold on tighter xx
im coming to pallion today, but ill already be ready so ill see you at the top of the bank?
xx
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'her heart belongs to one, and to one it will always unconditionally belong'
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