Added by Solo on May 25, 2010 at 7:30am — No Comments
This entirely fictional work is a compliation of brief firsthand accounts of the art and science of feising as experienced by each member of the McMillen family of St. Louis, Missouri. The "entries" are related, though each stands alone. We become acquainted with Dave McMillen, his wife Sandy and their daughters: high-school-aged former dancer Lina, truth-stretching, reclusive tween Caroline and little Zoe, the only dancer (and the only one without an entry) through this slice-
… ContinueAdded by Abigail Kruse on May 24, 2010 at 9:57pm — No Comments
Sometimes it’s hard to get away from the competitive atmosphere,
to stop worrying about winning that or beating them,
or if your wig isn’t perfect,
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I want to dream - into the next day;
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Added by zokie on May 24, 2010 at 10:00am — No Comments
One rose equals one life
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I miss the soft summer nights,
that's back when i didn't have a care in the world.
Life was so much easier then.
but then,
everyone forgot that i'm still just a kid.
Added by Bella on May 24, 2010 at 1:41am — No Comments
I miss the soft summer nights,
that's back when i didn't have a care in the world.
Life was so much easier then.
but then,
everyone forgot that i'm still just a kid.
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Added by Ty Bullocks on May 24, 2010 at 1:06am — No Comments
I've told u all of me
I've given so much to you
im about to fall apart
i cant believe i almost gave my all to you
no i dont mean sex
its just what you said in your text
you often made me forget it all
… ContinueI want to notice the weather;
It is something taken from grass and every year.
Of the missing colors overshadowed;
My life so treasured in acrylic colors;
To think of weather a ride and streak of learning.
So angry the smell of fresh air;
The weather (of what it really is);
unknown in the hands of color;
Just as mourning passes my way.
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Added by Laverne Pacquire on May 23, 2010 at 8:07pm — No Comments
Today has just became a memory,
The hourly clock's ability,
To erase the present indefinately,
Second after second the clock drips endeavors,
Who does time favor?,
The club called "fate" in which we are all members,
The adventure of life,
Beginning with little strife,
opening infant eyes pure of sight,
Tainted by the upbringing of cold, bleak night,
Yet, memories cure pain,
Remembering that every second waste
… ContinueAdded by DoMiNiQu3 on May 23, 2010 at 12:33am — No Comments
can u listen
or just waitin on somebody
hopin and wishin that they culd hear u out just that one time
some people dont listen because they cant handle the truth (veritas)
it might not mean much
but when people live as such
i know i could stand to listen
so why couldnt you
I dont wanna hear im too young or not grown enough to know!
I wanna know the truth (veritas)
its hard to listen wen ur not bein
I remember,
A pleasent surprise.
Memories of hate,
Mistakes,
Demise,
The world,
Un-happiness,
Frightening,
His Eyes
Alone,
Devastated,
Misery,
Death,
Hunger,
My head on his chest,
… ContinueAdded by Jessica Hoffman on May 22, 2010 at 8:07pm — No Comments
The Whispers...
I remember...
Something stirs,
A memory,
This has happened before,
But not much to see.
He looks on expectantly,
I shake my head,
To my astonishment, sadly,
Then I feel his touch,
His hand on my cheek,
His soul searching inside me.
A kiss.
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He was down on one knee,
Holding out a ring,
Right there in front of me,
I thought I felt something,
But couldn't set it free.
I shook my head sadly.
So as he stood, he sighed,
If I said he wasn't handsome,
That would be a lie,
As he leaned in I closed my eyes some.
Instead of a kiss,
His cheek touches mine,
Maybe he missed,
His voice so sweet,
He whispers.
ContinueAdded by Jessica Hoffman on May 22, 2010 at 7:48pm — No Comments
Even though I can't see his face,
I'm able to deduce,
He's holding me in place,
He's calling me cheap, Loose,
It's working,
I'm to angry not to slow my pace,
He asks from behind me,
'Do you want to remember?'
My mind goes blank,
Then questions flood my brain,
Would I trust this stranger,
To remember my name?
If not for my old life,
To forget this new pain?
I whirl around,
L
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