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My name is Dallas :) I just turned 16 in September and I hope to have long adventurous years ahead of me. I completeley beleive in the term 'when one door closes, two others open.' I am a pretty carefree person, but I have my boundaries, too. I have a list

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Me & you: 3 of 50
If this is what I'm going to do, Just rot away apart from you, Then know I will be back to stay- I need to feel you everyday. Tears run hot; my body cold, I feel like I am growing old. I feel your sorrow when we fight- Smell has lost its scent tonight. Minutes pass, I'm falling fast. Please tell me that you can last. I can w... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Losing a loved one: 14 of 158
Please take off your shoes. The officer looked at me in hesitation. I slipped off my shoes and put them in the bucket. I had no jewelry to take off because grandma told me not to wear any-they didn't allow it. I stepped in front of the metal detector in my jeans, socks and red T-shirt. My hair was straight and I curled my ba... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My true love: 1 of 8
She lays across the floor,Tattered and shaking wild.The cream colored carpet serves as a lily pad of security to her.The light is off in that cold, lonely room, with it's concrete walls and floor.The light blue darkness brightens up the window pane around the weeping glass.Raindrops peirce the outside of the barrier that she... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 18 of 136
They are killing her. She sits on the couch, her trembling legs crossed. Closing her eyes trying to drift away somewhere else. Trying to find a doorway to step into Jump if she has to Push herself off into an oblivion of peace. Every door is locked. Her mind rattles as the train of thought derails. The train falls off the tr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sorrow: 47 of 167
Why? Why did you have to take him? Hes so young. ...To see those kids shake in their mothers arms, like ends will never meet again. Why? Why cant i get it out of my head? ...The sound of her crying to me... She can barely stand..her words aren't making sense. If everything comes out good, then im ready. Shes ready. Please gi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The masks we wear: 52 of 172
She played him, She plays me, Now she plays her. Trying to cover up make believe problems as if the 2 dimensional soul in between cant fathom the beauty of truth. Her reputation stains her skin for everyone to endure. She no longer can hide inside the wall that so helplessly crashed down upon her. Ignorance faded away, as th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 42 of 126
He reminds me of you. Aggressive and vain. You taught him to act like that. How to beat on me and torment me and harass me, until theres nothing left to do accept pretend it happens all the time. Well it doesn't. Its not supposed to. Nobody deserves to live in the fear that you laid over me, day to day. Now he thinks its ok.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tell me: 4 of 10
Getting off the phone.. The tone of your voice fails to explain how you really feel. There's something behind those deep blue eyes that needs to be said, but awkward silence curtains away whats meant to be told. Some how I already know. Getting off the phone.... Like putting everything on hold until we speak again- the windi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 62 of 153
The moon is where id rather be.You tourment and complain to me.Your words are like the raging sea.I want to go home now.You tell me im not goog enough.You get mad mad when i call your bluff,and now you're getting rather rough.I want to turn back now.I walk with you, deny myself,I take the hand that I was delt,Ignored the way... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cheating: 72 of 168
There remains a little message, that sits on your page, saying, "true love never dies." * I think you are mistaken,sweetheart...TRUE LOVE HOLDS NO LIES. Love isn't true when your sneaking around, or pushing some one far away. * And love doesn't wait when you've "had enough" and want to call it a day. Love keeps on movin... More..