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The shingles lock Chains rattle on the rock The air is silent, still, and stuffy No sound is heard Only breathing, no sobs The figure is shaking Face covered in shadows Soul seeping  into souless air Spirit laying in a pile of broken ruble A body beaten and broken She once had a dream A reason to fight and love Something to cherish and protect Once retained a soul Once an unbreakable spirit The shingles sap her will Echos tell her of her live while mourning her past She impossibly still breaths but does not live Sobs have been taken from her like everything else She is now a broken toy and thrown aside by the evil holder

everyone speaks words they claim to hear each other do they really hear though do they understand the ideas spoken are the meanings really heard we live in a confusing world everyone misunderstanding each other wars and lives are lost all because people don't listen to one another it is sad and unfair to those who strive to truely hear everyone has a special melody no two people have the exact rhythm we are all to blind to see if all the different melodies were combined wed have the most beautiful and pure composition only when people realize this when we start helping and working with each other when we unite and stand as o

you feel like your drowning like life is so hard to beat you just want to end it want to let the blackhole win life seems impossible to beat you contemplate many ways to end it your to busy to see the hope you want to find the way for you to end the pain you are blind to your support you have the ability to rise if you take a step back you will see the ladder to climb up and rise and see the rays that have been there all along

he is daniel when im cold or scared or i feel alone he is there ro wrap his arms around me and show he cares if we have a fall out we will still be friends hes my protecter and my angle hes my pillow and im his friend no one can replace him or come close to how much i care for him he is daniel and he is special i will never forget him

IM CAMOUFLAGED AND INVISBLE NO ONE HAS EVER SEEN ME EVEN WHEN THEY HAVE TRIED YOU SHOULD FEAR ME IN MY PRESENCES AND HOME IM THE  SNOWY FORESTS MYSTERY IM ALSO ITS TRESURE AND PROTECTER

life is like a rose to much stress with breack it if you dont get enough of something you die or get hurt roses resemble our lives if you balence on the edga of a knife and one side is more than the other you fall some people are like roses if you fall you might be able to get back up the sun loves the rose this poem is to make you think about life

divorce is ugly and evil sometimes the evil is overruled by need divorce splits up familys it creates conflicts some parents keep it away from there children others porpusely put the kids in the middle kids shouldn't have to see or hear it it hurts, totures, and depresses them some children blame themselves what the parents do and say makes a diffrence the parents have thier own problems and so do the kids during a divorce parents should support or help the kids if not the parent then a friend because if they dont say it then you wont know when you dont know you cant help when you cant help you feel quilty when the child finall

love is a heartbreak if you dont have expierence you dont have much hope the first love is almost always a lie they may seem the deepest but thier actually the worst if you have hope and make it through the pain you get a second chance if you cant get over them you dont have a good life no matter how bad the situation it isnt the end of the world

lifes a mystery its scary at times while its amazing at others lifes a mystery like other things you live life diffrent then others noone lives it the same exact way lifes a mystery you only get one shot either you take your change or you dont when you do it takes you down one path if you dont you go down another

There was a place at Cross Academy where people (or vampires) with the headmaster’s express permission could go.  It was past the Moon and Sun dorms, past the tree grove, past the horse stable, pastures, and riding ring.  There was a large lake that was often inhabited by fish, swans, and such.  Large boulders were willy-nilly by the lake and in the lake.  Yuki Cross sat on the largest rock.  It was so hot outside that she was in her undershirt and skirt.  She sat cross-legged with her head in her hand looking out into the lakes depths, her mind wandering.   She was thinking about what Zero had said to her in the café about being a

The snowy day ----------------------- Sakura didn't want to get up. Now it was like she had no choice. She woke up and she just couldn't fall back asleep. Sakura went into to the bathroom, combed her hair, and got dressed. Her house was silent. It had been 4 years since her parents passed away and Tsunade had adopted her. Sakura wanted to continue living in the house she and her family lived in. Continuing to the story. Once she opened the front door, Sakura was shocked. 'It's snowing.' Trying to be quick, the kunoichi grabbed her coat and walked out the door. There was a cliff she often went to and Sakura thought that it must look beautifu

Simple Things - Chapter Three: Frogs Heaving a sigh of relief Sakura exited the hospital.  She had just finished an extended overnight shift, midnight to noon.  The pink haired medic should have left at eight or nine but had ended up staying later to help with some of the trainee medics.  Now she was both starving and exhausted.  She had forgone breakfast with the expectation of leaving the hospital early enough to grab something on her way home.  Pausing for a moment in the busy square outside the hospital, she took mental stock of what she had in her cupboards and refrigerator.  She had been meaning to go to the market that morning specifi

Sasuke thought he knew what was going on with Sakura, a lot of people did. Their assumptions, though very plausible, weren't quite true. Who was the one to perform the jutsu? Well, one thing was certain, the people of Konoha thought that the man in her dreams was the one to do it. Who was the man in her dreams? Well, to Sakura, that was one of life's many unanswered questions. The truth was, the man in her dreams and the man that performed the jutsu were not the same person. But, they were both part of a plan. One that included the Uchiha Massacre and Haruno Sakura. However, there was still another. Who was it? Well, a man that had been inte

Haruno Sakura rushed into her cubicle-office, trying to untangle herself from her jacket and answer her whining phone at the same time. Ring… Ring… “Don’t hang up!” she shouted at the still-ringing phone, finally freeing one arm and lunging at the plastic device. “Haruno Sakura, legal secretary,” she panted into the receiver, setting down her briefcase and falling into her computer chair. “How can I be of service?” “Took you long enough,” Ino stated on the other end. “Oh, hey, Ino, hold on a sec.” Without waiting for an answer, Sakura set the receiver on the cramped desk, pr

  It was the usual rush-hour at Maid-Latte. The Maids were going from one place to another as they were continuously greeting, taking orders or serving their beloved "Masters". Well, except for none other than Usui Takumi who was working as a replacement cook for the Café. However, today was more busy than normal. The Maids were hosting yet another one of their famous Cosplay events. Today the Maids were the "Moe-Moe Bunny Hoppers". The event was obviously created by the 30 year-old Manager who happens to love anything and everything Moe. All of the Maids adored the idea of dressing up as cute little bunnies. However, the "Demon Presid

Working For Mr. Sasuke Uchiha The characters from "Naruto" belong to Masashi Kishimoto. This is one of my first stories in a while, please enjoy! -Krisy _______________________________________________________________________________ Chapter One: Valuable "Sakura," a loud voice boomed from the next room as the girl who's name was yelled rather abruptly opened one eye and sighed looking at the mess she had created. Yes, she had in fact dropped another plate, her fifth one just today. Knowing this fact she could only imagine that her manager wanted to punch her for this. Turning around and smiling softly she looked at her manager with his

 Kakashi staggered as his former anbu teammate, Ashiro Torya, fell at his feet. "This....is what...I always...wanted..." The dying older man choked, gaping whole where Kakashi had blasted through him with a Chidori. "To die...with you!" Kakashi glared down at him, gasping for breathe. "I'm not going with you, you fool. Kakashi grit his teeth."I never did, and I never will!" He collapsed to the ground, hitting his head off a stone that was beside him. Sakura watched,  confused and horrified, blood spurting from Kakashi's side and chest, kunai still in place between his ribs. Suddenly, He abruptly got to his hands and knees and ret

Epilogue: The Next Few Years “Haruhi, have you any objections to getting married in about six months?” “With the amount of help my Dad has already promised, and with your resources, I’m sure it’s doable.  Any sooner might seem to imply something, but I don’t want to wait much longer, either.” “Good.  We’ve got a venue for the wedding, a few hours away.” “Why so far?” “Because it’s the largest hotel in the country, and my father already arranged it for us.” “Oh,” said Haruhi, looking uneasily at her fiancé, “I didn’t ex