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[Harkness<3]

I took one look at the girl and backed away, desperate to get away from the daggers and those steely eyes. She smiled wickedly, and I turned and ran, running as fast as my legs could carry me. But my feet didn’t listen to my head, and so I in reality stayed in place, frozen with fear. Or was it something else? Was it some psychic power holding me back? Either way, I fought it, trying franticly to get away from the girl that wished to hurt me, or more. Maybe she even wanted to kill me.
Her eyes danced with laughter as she advanced, daggers raised. I stumbled back, first one step, then another. She smirked and I pulled to a stop, the spell holding me again. I pull against it, and then I fall, sprawled on my back. I’m on my feet in an instant, running away, not getting far before the magic stops me again.
I gritted my teeth, trying to think. My head hurt; I couldn’t remember anything, not even my own name. What was going on? I pulled against the spell again, and again stumbled forward a few steps. The girl was behind me; I could hear her breathing softly and evenly. I whirled around, knocking one of the daggers out of her hands before taking off again, pushing harder and harder, running until I can’t hear her anymore.
Now she’s too far away for the spell to work, and I continued to run, pushing myself to not stop. I was in a maze, the hedges around me at least twice as tall as me. Turning a corner, I skidded to a stop before the tall man in a trench coat. Again the spell seized me, and I realized what the whole thing had been: a trap. A game. It was then I remembered. My name was John. I was a spy for the SES. I was supposed to be on a mission… I must have been captured. Now it was too late, the man swooping in and driving the sword that had appeared out of nowhere into my chest. I gasped, stumbling back, and then fell to my knees, struggling to breath. But it was no use; I had already lost this game.

[Harkness<3]

Last Dance
Around and around and around,
Spinning in the air
High above the ground.
I’m done with this life,
Done with the strife,
Ready to move on again.
But I want just one last dance,
One that will last forever,
If you just give it a chance.
Just one last dance.
Will you just give it a chance?
I’ve always said
That things were ok,
But my heart was dead,
Even that day.
It’s not ok,
But I’m ready to move on again.
But I want just one last dance,
One that will last forever,
If you just give it a chance.
Just one last dance.
Will you just give it a chance?
I’ve said goodbye,
Ready to move on,
Done with this life,
Sad but it’s true,
Baby it’s not you,
I’m just ready to move on again.
But I want just one last dance,
One that will last forever,
If you just give it a chance.
Just one last dance.
Will you just give it a chance?
One last dance.

[AninaAna]

I know this topics for poems but does anyone know how to stop the hurt?

Time might heal it.

Its been 5 years or something but maybe if i wait a little longer

[Zala]

The Kitten and The Lamb

One evening on a dark, damp winter's day, a kitten wandered about in the snow. The kitten was not used to the cold feeling of snow, so as it walked, it jumped at the weird feeling of the snow. Snowflakes beat against the kitten's pelt, sending shivers down the spine of the kitten.
The kitten wandered into an old country path, hoping to find someone, in hopes they would adopt her. Suddenly a strong light appeared in front of her.She spun around, and saw a monster would adopt with two brightly shining eyes heading right for her. She yelped, and seeing it was coming too fast to dodge it, she closed her eyes and waited for the end of her short life.
Suddenly she heard a screeching sound, and she opened her eyes to a growling monster, it's cruel eyes shining down on her, hungering for her death. She arched her back in fear and yowled. Suddenly a tall, thin man came out of the monster. He called softly,"Here, kitty kitty, Here," in a reassuring way. The bewildered kitten edged forward, hoping the man would give her a home. Sure enough, the man gently picked her up and carried her into the car. He placed her on the front seat next to him, and drove her to his barn on the countryside.
There, he put the small kitten into a cardboard box with a blanket in it by the fireplace. A foot away, a lamb bleated to the kitten. "W-w-who are you-u-u?" It asked, trembling."Tabitha, but call me Tabby. Who are you?" Tabby asked. "R-r-r-rollo.." Rollo bleated.
From then on a beautiful friendship was made. As they grew older, they grew closer, and they became inseparable. The cat and the sheep were such close friends that, when the sheep died of old age, the cat died the next day, heart broken.

[Harkness<3]

It was the bang that woke her. The loud noise echoed around the room, circling the silence with a firm annoyingness. She remained under the covers, too lazy, or maybe smart, to get up. The bang sounded again, knocking away any idea of staying put. Jumping to her feet, the girl raced to the door. She opened it slightly, peering out the crack, her heart racing. What was out there? Footsteps sounded in the hall, and she backed up, eyes wide.

The door snapped open, swinging and hitting the wall. A man stood in the empty doorway, his large form filling it. The girl backed up, stumbling over the bed and sprawling on her back. Sprambling to her feet, she stood with her back to the wall, breathing hard. The man reached forward, grabbing her by the front of the shirt, dragging her forward.

She whimpered, her eyes full of terror. The man grinned and held her higher, shaking her slightly. Then he pulled her closer, whispering in her ear.

"Hello, Kira," he muttered, smirking. The girl's eyes widened, and she leaned back, struggling. The man laughed, dropping her. She scrambled to her feet as he turned around and left, shutting the door behind him.

[Cheshire;]

just a poem I wrote

a fair haired girl
with gorgeous brown eyes,
a beauty they call her
thats no surprise!
I am the same as her
and we are both as elegant as can be,
but no one bothers with me
its her they want to see.
I have her body
shape and size,
I have her same messy hair
at sun rise,
but no one ever notices
me as a winner,
as I am her reflection
in the mirror.

[AninaAna]

Time might heal it.

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Its been 5 years or something but maybe if i wait a little longer[/quote]

Try To Find SomeThing To Channel The Hurt Into SomeThing Postive, Like Writing Or SomeThing.

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Its funny i was never much into writing till she left (that's the hurt, mum leaving then not visiting even when she is in the same state) i still remember telling mum i was fine with her leaving to go to Perth my brother did too we hadn't realised how long she'd be gone. Why am i saying all this?

[AninaAna]

Don't be sorry its not your fault and besides writing does kinda help i have written sooooooo many unfinished storys and the funny thing is i always seem to eliminate the mother?

[LyricalMixture]

Every time I see your face,
It reminds me of that place.
Flowers grew, and trees so high,
reaching 'til they touched the sky.

Now that place is forbidden to me,
Cause you're not there as you can see.
Everytime it comes to mind,
I think of you, and that beautiful time.


--- I just wrote this under 20 seconds. It seems kinda corny but whatever. Lol.

[AninaAna]

You watched over me
yes you did don't deny
the love i saw
that was in your eyes
i loved you so much
you were my life

now your gone
away from me
you left me here
and now i see
the love is fading
and is very thin

far away
and now your back
but you walked straight past
i understand i am unloved
by you