Do you write?

[lumds]

Personally, I don't write.

I swear. [stfu.]


But do you write?
If so, post some of your stuff.
I like reading. >:3  

[gastropod]

I write poetry, a little. :/
but I dont want to post it.

it's on my dA.
whiteforest.deviantart.com
 

[Tasari]

You should get Buuni to post some of her poems. They're pretty awesome.

I used to write...but not so much anymore. AFI and Blaqk Audio and Hunter Revenge took over my life. xD;  

[Buuni]

All the hopes and desire that was lost,
Every dream that we spun upon a thread.
Is woven into life, forgot.
The words, of where we could not tread.
Were buried into coffins with the dead.
The shiver of frost through their fingertips,
Clinging gracefully on what once was there.
Love passes through our broken lips.
The words of desire hang upon the air.
Falling down like snow, drifting with despair.
You whisper silent in the eve of night,
“Think of the promises you couldn’t keep.”
The realization burns, tears cloud my sight.
My breath comes out in gasps, and I begin to weep.
“Stay for a while, and just sing me Asleep.”


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[lumds]

heart heart heart  

[Kitamura Daisuke]

I write occassionally.

You can read it in my myspace blog (it's public.)

Sorry for being so lazy. :'B

 

[Mydnyt]

I write.
I turned in one of my writings to my english teacher last semester as extra credit (she did this with everyone for all her classes) and she turned them into a contest thing to get published in a book.
Mine got published as did some of my friend's writings.

I might post some later.

 

[EdSelflessx]

o_o yes i do write alot i have overr like 30 songs in my scrapbook most of em' r really corny and sukish D:
one of em' is in my scrapbook on this thing o_o  

[EdSelflessx]

Buuni

All the hopes and desire that was lost,
Every dream that we spun upon a thread.
Is woven into life, forgot.
The words, of where we could not tread.
Were buried into coffins with the dead.
The shiver of frost through their fingertips,
Clinging gracefully on what once was there.
Love passes through our broken lips.
The words of desire hang upon the air.
Falling down like snow, drifting with despair.
You whisper silent in the eve of night,
“Think of the promises you couldn’t keep.”
The realization burns, tears cloud my sight.
My breath comes out in gasps, and I begin to weep.
“Stay for a while, and just sing me Asleep.”


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dude this is good nice job ;]