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Things Fall Into PlaceIn times of grief and sorrowThings Fall Into Place by DelightDreamer
people come to God in dispear.
Hoping they will have God show
them a light of guidance of hope.
Hope is all they need to have,
and let God do the rest.
Anaylying, speculating, and looking
won't get you very far except,
If people keep worrying,
then nothing will resolve.
If people worry less and when it's at least expected,
everything will fall into place as needed
and God has anwsered your pray.
Txt Me L8r"Hey baby. <3"Txt Me L8r by The-writing-pony
"How are you?"
"Doing good. Just alright, though?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it."
(I'm nothing worth worrying about.)
"Alright, as long as you're sure "
"Of course. (:"
(The fear forc
Choose Your FateHanging by the thread.Choose Your Fate by DelightDreamer
I am just here swinging back and forth.
Trying to figure out whether to hold on or to let go.
What should I do?
Is anybody willing to give me an answer?
I won't let anybody because it's my life.
I know what to do.
I have to climb my way up to the top.
Where I want to be.
Once there, now lost...How does it feel?Once there, now lost... by The-writing-pony
all written plainly
in a shade of sinful red
against the wall that once
She wrote this,
and it's all about you
the wall that once
She was that wall,
that one place you could go
to lean on when all seemed lost
but now it's blended in
with your environment
and you feel
so very trapped
Tell me, how does it feel?
All I Need is You (pt.1) Josh went through each day of his life barely making it to the next. Every minute at school, he was threatened. Tortured by the constant assault on him. In endless torment, he gradually became insane. The vast majority of his teachers flunked him in their classes out of spite, simply because they didn't like the way he looked. Even his parents, his own flesh and blood, beat him, yelled at him and nearly abandoned him one too many times.All I Need is You (pt.1) by dawnandrew
On this fateful day, something seemed different. Josh walked this path every morning and afternoon. It was tattooed into his mind, into his very being. One, two, three, four. Why did something seem different? Five, six, seven, eight. Only a few hundred metres from school, the air had a sudden chill. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. A single drop fell onto Josh's nose.
As the rain picked up, there was a sudden static in the air. And then, it all fell apart. A sudden boom in the air signaled the start of a thunder
Nic (Chapter 1) part 1 Cold.Nic (Chapter 1) part 1 by dawnandrew
The only feeling that was worth noticing in this bright, loud room. Everyone pleased with themselves. Everyone simply taken alight with their fantasies, that may or may not ever come true. Who am I? I am Nic. Sometimes I think I was cursed to be this way. Even my parent's named me "nothing". Just so that when I introduce my self I can say "Hello, I am Nic. I am Nothing."
This classroom is the vain of my existence. Full of unworthy souls stealing precious air that I once thought was sacred. How could they be so selfish? They steal our air, our thoughts, our minds.
To think that once, not to long ago, I was a part of this never ending cycle. The cycle of hate, lies, greed and misery. Why was I so foolish? I should've known better. But I didn't. I followed them around aimlessly, like a dog, hoping that they would give me the time of day, that they would somehow understand me. But that was a big mi
Land of Pie part 1 of 4 Long ago, there were peaceful creatures, known as the pie. The pie loved to frolic in the meadow, they loved to play fight and for those that crossed the all powerful god, they were killed and served to the people. The people were hard to satisfy.Land of Pie part 1 of 4 by dawnandrew
The first pie ever to be given to a human was given as a tribute, as the human craved a new desert. Stanley was known as the crook of the land of pie. After hearing that the human was looking to eat a desert, the pie people were more than happy to give the humans this bad pie.
Unknown to the pie people, the human that was given Stanley as a tribute, started to crave pie. The pie people had overlooked one crucial fact. Pie is delicious.
The human that tasted this first pie, was named Steve. Steve was a simple man, of italian descent. He had taken much in his life. Ice cream from the land of Narnia, cookies from Andremma, marshmallows from Dravia and lasagna from Blu Procrasti-Nation.
A Broken SoulA Broken SoulA Broken Soul by IpomeaTricolor
One more broken soul
Laying shattered on the floor
Inside cut by cruel words.
Outside cut by the sweet blade.
A dream of a save world
In which can save me.
Reality hits me now and then
Because you can’t.
You would have to search
For every piece of my broken soul.
I can’t make you do that
All those shards could cut you
But we can’t both bleed.
What shall I do?
Wait until you can save me?
Save me and my soul?
I had that I can only deny this love to you
Because this love destroyed me
You broke me, you are the only one who can fix me.
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