Scarlett Willows

Scarlett Willows

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Expressing myself on here is no longer helpful for the hurt I feel constantly

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About Me

Dayna-[day-nuh]: Scandinavian Meaning: Light As The Day.
I used to go on here and write through my sorrows and ferocity, yet, my problems have become bigger and this is no longer help to me.


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Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh love I miss you so much! D: I wish you'd get back from band camp right this second! ]: I love you soooooo much!<3 I'm counting down the days till you get back hehe...mine!<3 I love you!!!

--Yours forever, Joshua Rose<3


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Posted 14 Years Ago


Dayna! :D

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Posted 14 Years Ago


HAHAHA!!! THE MILLIONS OF PEACHES SONG!!!! man that was such a good day... I wish things could be like they used to be..

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Sky
by
Cecelia Nuñez

Night
here it comes,
it comes gradually.
Stars
there they are,
they watch over me.
Moon
she's coming up,
coming to light my way.
Sleep
I feel it,
it feels so good.
Sun
wait sun,
hold back the day.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Well, sometimes that can happen. You can either let your emotions take control or just focus on a certain one. Sometimes I let it sometimes I don't.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


Free verse is where you write anything, it doesn't follow any pattern at all. It doesn't have to rhyme.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


I'd just like to make a suggest.
Try writing free verse.
You'll find that it's easier to write and less restricting.

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Posted 14 Years Ago



Meadowlarks
by Sara Teasdale

In the silver light after a storm,
Under dripping boughs of bright new green,
I take the low path to hear the meadowlarks
Alone and high-hearted as if I were a queen.

What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks whistling in silver light.