... Получилось, будто митрополит согласен с нацистской символикой... Получилось что "митрополит согласен с нацистами" ? На самом деле получилось что 1)нацисты согласны с митрополитами 2)Митрополитам похуй кого они ведут за собой
I stared at the cloud hanging over my head it was menacing grim deadly, and angry
I looked for moments only before it shot sparks a big fork of lightning grim deadly, and angry
i grabbed his hand and we and our friends ran for cover quick as we could laughing and anxious
but me and him him and i we stopped and he kissed me
as the rain poured and my shirt began to stick to my skin and he held me close and cared for me
iv never felt someone care as much as he did in that one moment.
i could feel him smiling as he kissed me and laughed wen i jumped at the sound of the thunder and he lifted me and ran with me to the underneath or a neighbors balcony
we held eachother in the rain and shivered as one i love him true story
Name: Luis Age: 16 Hobbies:reading,poetry,music..... Favorite Poet(s): ........... I mostly write about...:love,sorrow,love One of your poems: Anything else:im gay and a vegetarian
The truth of what we are is hidden by the fear of what we have become We hide our fear because we don't want to accept who we are But there comes a time when we need to face our fear And accept who we are Our trepidation will somtimes lead to our suffering But sometimes it leads to our death When we keep it hidden We are destined to suffer But when we accept who we are We are destined to live without suffering
As it gets dark I start to feel thirsty I go outside and look for someone to drain Driven by my thirst for blood I approch My prey from behind And wrap my arms around his neckAnd Pull him in to an alley I drain him, Then I drop him While heading out of the alley Looking again
Name: Nicole Age: 15 Hobbies: writing (of course), photography, dance, ect. Favorite Poet(s): Sylvia Plath and Shel Silverstein I mostly write about...: heartache, betrayal, pain, depression.. One of your poems:
Can't seem to let go Can't seem to give up When will she say Enough is enough Scars on her body Gashes on her heart The life she once lived Has now fallen apart The boy that she loves Tossed her aside with no regret She needs to stop saying This isn't over yet The battle is over The losses run deep She'll try to move on now Atleast for some sleep
Name: Briana, but call me Bree Age: 14 Hobbies: basketball, poetry, reading, sports Favorite Poet(s): Tupac, Maya Angelou I mostly write about...: sports, love, and lonlieness One of your poems:
Stormy, stormy, days Dreary like my emotions When will the sun rise
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loved.
thirsty.
