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One Of a Kind 2 - RxN story

The petite girl sitting across me had a tiny yet lovely figure; Her platinum-blond hair was swept to the right side of her shoulder, and her skin was pale-white. Her lips were curved into a small smile and I couldn't help but notice she had wonderful azure eyes that had a special kind of glow: she looked like a porcelain doll. My eyes then drifted to what she was wearing: a short, sleeveless pink dress that fit her perfectly shaped body, very simple pink boots, a pink necklace and a pink rose gracefully laying on her hair. Pink wasn't my color, but the way the garments swayed on her.. it was almost poetical. She was, without a doubt, the mo

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One Of a Kind 2 - RxN story by happygirl555, literature

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One Of a Kind 2 - RxN story

o2 : sticks and stones. by unstellastique, literature

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o2 : sticks and stones.

sticks and stones - she lives during the night, her ravenous eyes desperately searching for excitement to thrive on. she dreams she jumps out her window and flies away, raising her paintbrush into the sky and painting midnight rainbows against scattered stars. she smiles, nobody'll know that she made something this beautiful. and even if they did, nobody would care. may break my bones - she dips her clothed feet into the pacific, and lets the cold pain shoot up her legs, only drawing back before she goes completely numb. she likes reminding herself that she's still alive, she likes knowing she has control. (she's mastered it so wel

sticks and stones by yvonne3694, literature

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sticks and stones

i live in a glass house. i'm a hypocrite. i throw as many stones as i can grasp in my angry little hand. those stones fall short, however, from their intended targets, and i purse my lips in childish frustration. mommy always tells me not to throw stones, but i don't listen to mommy anymore. mommy left our little glass house on the river, and now daddy cries and swigs from his ever-present bottle. mommy used to play pick-up-sticks with me out in the rain and wind, and we'd laugh about how no one else wanted to play with us, then. now that mommy's gone, daddy doesn't care to leave the house anymore, and so i stopped going to school last

Sticks and Stones by Simply-Simon, literature

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Sticks and Stones

Trying hard to stop the tears I closed my eyes against the sneers My vision filled with all my fears that have troubled me for all these years Sticks and stone may break my bones and words will always break me Standing, hurting, arms by side wondering why a friend should lie why does she always make me cry and sometimes make me want to die Sticks and stone may break my bones and words will always break me Join together, make a stand take the person by the hand remind them that, like grains of sand a bully is common across this land. Sticks and stone may break my bones and words will always break me

Sticks and stones by LighterThanAir, literature

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Sticks and stones

Unresponsive lips Slightly twitching To mold to his As he encloses you With his arms. Withered away and Broken bones Oh dear, You fell from the edge Of the universe And tumbled through The air To land in his arms. Don't disappear on him Love! 'Cause you're the only Thing keeping him Together. Without you His joints will Separate And his bones Will dissipate 'Til there's Nothing left To hold your feet to the Ground So you won't float away Like you tend to do.

Sticks and Stones by x-ribbon, literature

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Sticks and Stones

i. you often compare me to your red satin sheets that have always been on your bed you say that you love them too much and they feel too good on your naked skin but they are dirty, stained and they are out dated and you tell me its time to buy a new set [the difference to me and your filthy sheets is that i am non refundable, but you just havent figured that out yet] ii. i am closing the door to my heart and i am constructing a fortress of rusty gates and my hollowed bones i found lying around [you broke me down a long time ago, its time to rebuild] iii. you are leaning on me with makeshift dreams you say these bubbly lie

Sticks, Stones, and Bones. by Precaution, literature

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Sticks, Stones, and Bones.

Sticks, Stones and Bones. Sticks and stones will break my bones, but philosophies will always gouge me, Tyrannical dreams of environmental seams will forever continue to poison me, Breaking clean of those who mean to always continue to control me, By streaking alone on mountains of bone will I finally redeem what's in me, And those who groan and moan on idle thrones will forever seek to answer me, But my mind in kind will shed the rinds to the pulpy meat within me, I'm shedding skin and listening in to those who seek to hear me, And just as toned and the boldest owned will forever want to fight me, Break my marrow, across the gallows

Sticks And Stones by AlecBell, literature

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Sticks And Stones

Nothing sticks, and stones are frequently dislodged by stumbling feet. They tumble randomly down the steep slopes of forgetfulness. Little here is what it seems. all memory of setting out, with ambitions mapped, with routes and schemes, has long since faded. In flashes of lucidity he thinks he can remember a compass, he believes that once he had been able to navigate by the stars. That was all before he turned his back on direction, tacitly admitting he had lost his way. He still sleeps by day, but only to escape the glare of the present, tense with threats and dangers he no longer understands. By ni

Sticks and Stones by Tamuril-Marie, literature

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Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones But words cut like a knife They leave a scar Forever there They cut away your pride Well sticks and stones may break my bones But words burn me deeply It's all pain and suffering That causes emotions to sting Well sticks and stones may break my bones And words can always hurt me Cause heart to heart Mind to mind Person to person nationwide It's not what bones we break Or what bruises we create It's the thoughts inside our broken mind It's the pain seeped inside That ultimately kills us slowly So sticks and stones may break my bones But words kill me slowly A broken arm doesn't compar

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