1- "Last Chance For Romance"!
This Is My last Chance For "Romance Tonight" Been Waiting For this Feeling For Miles and years ago … Never knew you can explore the way you have done to my physical Needs. Underneath It all was A dream that came front in a way that I have never witness before. Lost In a world and alone in a shell feeling heartless beyond anyone wildest fears that can occur, Untill; Tragedy take place to excelerate an heart beat to Abnormal Pace. Glued to the mass, Feeling The lenghth of time On the dance floor swinging from left to right without a sight of the beauty thats she hold from day in and day out. As the clock ticks this is my last chance for Romance Tonight. I been waiting for this Time For Miles and years ago….. Never had someone that can change my heart from cold, so I am Asking for one chance tonight. "ooooHHHH!!!!!!!!!"! I’m so Founder to this Whole situation that was brought Forth to me. Loving the sight of everything that change me in seconds, just moments ago I was Reckless, now I have my last Chance for Romance Tonight! #2-

The Abortion that aborted the Baby In The Process Of Finding A "Real Soulmate".
A young man name Trace cries out loud to his women Shelly, when he finds out she is baring his seed, as his heart pound , Shelly says how can this be. Trace response Was " This Is Heaventsent , a wish that was turn in to a Godly Blession", but to Shelly, ooh no… It was a curse more so like a nightmare staring back at her in the mirror that is now forming into her daily reality.At this point in her life, she could not deal with a child cries screams at night , so Shelly explain to Trace, yes your wishes are true, that this child In me is from you, but I can’t bear it Cause I"m still not done with courses in school. I have my whole life ahead of me and I can not deal with the pain that having this child would bring to me physically as well as mentally, so Trace responded to her while having a glare in his eye,Woman please know what your doing Before you go through with it , for that I was a child of a mother that was going to abort me and, an Angel talk her out of it, what you have in side of u is meant, if u abort it, then history will place are feelings with the past and that will be the end of something that we had. Six days later Trace did not hear from his woman.At this time he was at the park watching the Sunset nearly dark, While he was in the moment a child ran next to him, While the child was running it stumble and Fell to his knees. In the Background all you hear is Tommy.oh my God… Tommy!!. This was the child Mother name Sara, Gorgeous lady she and Trace made eye contact apparently Because He was picking her Child up. She smile and said Thank you.While he Handed Tommy Back to Sara He express to her, you have a healthy son. he fell without shedding a tear. In the Back of Trace Mind was Shelly and his unborn seed. So Trace ask Sara For her Cell or house number. she gave him her Email.He programed It in to his phone while waving by to her. He emailed her Instantly and she wrote back for days after days.When Shelly finally contacted Trace over the phone, she said her words very slowly, as his heart occur to skip beats she took a deep breath and said. I’m in pain, I Don’t want to think about what I have done but it was the best for me at this time, before She could finish, Trace said how could you do this, a part of me no longer exist, so he hung up the phone and check his email and what did you know. Sara had invited him over her place for movie and dinner with her son.He Accepted it.From that Point on they grow closer to each other.He was happy to have a child that he never had and a Soulmate that came with it. Months And weeks later they got married and she was due six months later to Trace and Her expected child…The End.

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I wrote these my self on myspace a wile Ago and people say thay are good so i want to here what you think

†love sorro’s
♥"wings of a dream"
†On the Wings of Dreams
I’m flying free
with a dreamer’s dream,
To a land without fear, darkness, and doubt;
Where shadows and hauntings
of all time and space,
Are rainbows with colors that endlessly grace…
happiness, hope, and all joys to embrace.

♣A land with no storms, without pouring rains,
where changes abound and great comfort remains;
Where all hate is replaced,
all questions erased;
Where new memories are shaped,
with wonderous light…
of romance and love, before out of sight;
A dreamland of heaven without jaded thought,
where butterflies are free,
their colors uncaught;
With milk oceans to see,
fresh air to breathe;
Countless flowers and trees,
fragrancing the soft whispering breeze.
No more webs of deceit,
where lovers have fought;
No battles of hopelessness,
Where all love is lost.

Maybe our dreams hold the land of our thoughts,
Or maybe our hearts have learned lessons well taught.
♠It is the stairway to heaven,
this dreamland we seek…
Hopefully for all is more than a peek…
at a future end to the ultimate pain,
of great loyalty and love…
lost and estranged.

This dance of life I endlessly write,
is an end to the pain, and every soul’s light.
To a life fulfilled at the end of our time…
To dream second chances for new love we can find.
Here’s to all of us ending our heavenly climb,
†With the company of romance and lovelight sublime.†

[2 Poem]
Falling Apart

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries
of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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I wrote these my self on myspace a wile Ago and people say thay are good so i want to here what you think

†love sorro’s
♥"wings of a dream"
†On the Wings of Dreams
I’m flying free
with a dreamer’s dream,
To a land without fear, darkness, and doubt;
Where shadows and hauntings
of all time and space,
Are rainbows with colors that endlessly grace…
happiness, hope, and all joys to embrace.

♣A land with no storms, without pouring rains,
where changes abound and great comfort remains;
Where all hate is replaced,
all questions erased;
Where new memories are shaped,
with wonderous light…
of romance and love, before out of sight;
A dreamland of heaven without jaded thought,
where butterflies are free,
their colors uncaught;
With milk oceans to see,
fresh air to breathe;
Countless flowers and trees,
fragrancing the soft whispering breeze.
No more webs of deceit,
where lovers have fought;
No battles of hopelessness,
Where all love is lost.

Maybe our dreams hold the land of our thoughts,
Or maybe our hearts have learned lessons well taught.
♠It is the stairway to heaven,
this dreamland we seek…
Hopefully for all is more than a peek…
at a future end to the ultimate pain,
of great loyalty and love…
lost and estranged.

This dance of life I endlessly write,
is an end to the pain, and every soul’s light.
To a life fulfilled at the end of our time…
To dream second chances for new love we can find.
Here’s to all of us ending our heavenly climb,
†With the company of romance and lovelight sublime.†

[2 Poem]
Falling Apart

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand;
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries
of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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He scratches his head as if he’s got fleas
His brain is ablaze with a rhyming disease
He lights his pipe full of magic herbs
Is that where he draws his inspiration from

A renaissance man in a hat with a feather
He owns 12 pairs of assless chaps made of leather
His poems make you work up quite a lather
His mind’s on an edge of black pit and it tethers

Is he a man, a god, or a sinner
Farts smell of beer and a mustache of reefer
He’s the original W M D
He licks his red pencil let the good times begin

A legend, a retahd, a scholar of words
The poems he writes are the best that I’ve hoid
A yoinking chameleon always dodges Y!Police
But to get back to the original point I was trying to make, I think indeed he has fleas.

Here kitty-kitty-kitty….

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Firstly, I do not want any answers that are like "You’re an a**hole" or "Forget about the past" ect.

BTW – There’s a tl;dr version

I have always had a big crush on this girl, since I was like 11. She was one of the nicest people I have ever met in my life. We started dating around November of last year, and I’d enjoy everyday of her. I would always write her poems and love letters, and such. And she would always make me happy. And I never met anyone like her. It felt like she was like my soul mate, in some ways.

Than are relationship went down hill, her so called "best friend forever", hated my guts with a passion. And now I believe it was due
to "jealousy", in my honest opinion. She would always make up nasty stuff about up me, and tell her I was so called "cheating on her". I never did.

Eventually, we broked up around 3 times, due to this little brat. The 3rd time was it. After, that I did alot of stupid sh*t. And I acted like a complete a**hole and d**chebag to her. Something I regret.

Than she went out with her so called "true love", who only loved her because of her boobs. It didn’t last too long, it lasted for around 3-5 weeks.

Ever since she broked up with me in Febuary, she went out with around 8 guys, which I think is really odd and whorish. And I did go out with some other girls too, but I never really find them as amazing as her.

She currently has a boyfriend, who is my best friend. I do not plan to ruin this relationship for him, because I’m not your typical "teenager". My friend isn’t really commited to her, because he told me he wasn’t going to stay with her for long.

What can I do at this point? I just feel empty inside.

tl;dr version:
I met a dream girl, her bff ruined it. She is with someone now, who probally won’t be with her very long. How can I get her back?

I would also like to add, that she still may like me. She stills txt me everyday, and we talk on the phone every now and than.

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Hi, I want to put a book of poetry together with all the poems that I’ve written and I have a title and everything but the thing is I don’t know where to start to get my poems published and get the book together. My question is does anybody have any experienced witht that are do you know any websites that could give me directions on where to start? All opinions and comments welcome, and Thank You ahead of time.

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well im just looking for the best advice anybody can give me well me and my girlfriend well she broke up with me of the reason i was an asshole some times but we also had those good times i would tell her i was gonna change but never did so we broke up and its been two monthAugustce agust the 5 that i been trying to get her back and showing her that i really did change this time that im willing to just treat her good never bad but she seems to not belive me i have writen poems sang song given her gifts and i just want to know if there will ever be a chance for her to come back what can i do to make her come back i need the best advice i really need it i cannot pass another day not knowin

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well i ad gotten back from staying 2 days at a lake and when i checked my email my ex said im sorry i have to break up with you and my heart dropped putting me into instant deppresion and i have many questions in one i thought id never ask anyone but i need her to love me again and is it weird that one look into anyones eyes and i can tell what they are feeling i want to see her eyes then i will know what she is feeling im emo goth whatever else along those lines you want to say so is she i love her very much its been about a week and ive hardley eaten anything i dont talk realy to anyone im in deep deprression ive written her 4 page poems this is one there is no word for the feelings i have for you i understand why you hurt me i know you had to for if you didnt the pain would be so great that you should fall so to the horrible of fate i know i realy love you i understand you do to i am so shaken i dont know what to do it affects the way i eat it affects the way i sleep everytime i think of it it surely makes me weep i have to drag my soul to just get up and move everytime i look at your picture it makes me want to die im sorry i screwed it up im sorry i hurt you so i know you still love me so that is why i want to go i want to die the most painful of death and i still remember the velvet taste of your breath it is not fun it is not cool to sit and weep and remember the time i had with you i love what life brings i hate what life takes i know for i am the most deadliest of fates i brought you to much love i brought you to much joy for after all i am not god i am just a gothic boy you are my love for it is true all i want to do is spend my life with you for that is not the case i wish i could just taste you love for it is the most agile of frangrances i love your dark black hair i hate you bring me despair i know it is the thing to do i know it is right i know it inside me and so i will fight the demon of death the leader of the cruel the killer of all people and the leader of the ghouls i shall run i shall hide to kill the deadly tide of love from love comes hate from hate comes envy from envy comes death from death comes life life is not fun without the one i know its true i need to be with you i know i am not right i know i am so wrong i know you are so right it hurts me to know that i will always need to fight if i want it bad enough i guess god thinks i dont ive dreamt about and omen that surely says i wont being your freind is not enough i know i need your love it kills me to know i guess i shall never know what would have been if both us were normal would we act like lovers or would we act formal now i guess is not the time i waste my time trying at somthing that you wont ever let be i am so sorry it slowly killing me to let you know what i have felt to let you know i know i have delt with all of this with you i am so hurt and tired i dont know what ill do btw i wrote this and im sorry i have dont anything to you i know you had to do it i am so hurt i know it is right i know i feel like dirt i need to be with you and i know i cant i want to kill myself for that i will not i know if i want it enough god will grant it if i get on my knees and beg will help it and she wont come back and she says i didnt do anything but wont tell me why i love her very much and i need to have her again ive done about everything i can do to get her to come back and it doesnt work
and i need to have her back i love her way to much

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