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"I hope our art will always translate into words the other can understand..."

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Pawbert? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

Alexis was always gifted ever since her birth. For Alexis her life has never been easy. Always running from different places due to her not being accepted by humans or her own kind she has never truly had a place to call home. She has always blessed with beauty and a strong will. Even with her grace and beauty she has never truly known love. What will happen now when she runs into Isogai? What will happen? Read on to find out. I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC DESCRIPTION AND MAKING THIS STORY!

When a girl is horrible at Math she is in year one level the school get annoyed at her so they hired the most successful supportive math teacher that they can find what happens when that math teacher happens to be James Maslow from big time rush

A boy trapped in a world after reading a manga and became the villian! "How can his happen? Do I have to beg the hero to save me? Is it ooc .? How do I change the plot?!" The story of a boy who tries to avoid being a villian and escaping his fate without ooc banishment ! (out of character) --I'll try to add my own art and illustrations as extras if this gets famous!

Nothing would ever change Harry. He had a way with words, and could get what he wanted. He used me. He used everyone. That was just the way he was. He couldn't really help it. He tried. Holy shit, he tried. But he would never change. Nothing could ever change him. Not even a baby.

Its 2014 and one direction have been together for 3 years now. To the publics eye there all happy young lads living there dream. But to 4/5 of one direction...they live in fear. Melanie Rose and Harry Styles used to date. USED TO. The public never knew because they kept it a secret. But when Harry took things to far on a drunken night Mel left. Its been 2 years since that. And in that 2 years something changed in Harry...He's no longer the same. Everyday his bandmaes live in fear of him. He, alongside a couple of members of security, Abuse the boys. Its become a routine for them. But when Louis bumps into Melanie ......Will she be able to change him back. Or will harry be gone for good?

Kora Harlow-Whestburn was a notorious bounty hunter from the west until a tragic mishap that led to her becoming a outlaw and running from the law herself As a wanted woman on the run,Kora must do all she can to survive.But when her whole world changes after an accident, she falls in with the Van der Linde gang which results in her finding a home,family and maybe even love...

Trying is pointless and trying to make everyone satisfied is imposible.

Just an organization of bad poetry.

Random thoughts and stuff

Tracklist --------------- 1.Problem 2.One last time 3.Why try 4,Break free (feat zedd) 5.Best mistake (feat bigsean) 6.Be my baby (feat cashmere cat) 7.Break your heart right back (feat childish gambino ) 8.Love me harder (feat the weekend ) 9.Hands on me ( feat a$apferg ) 10.Just a Little bit of your heart 11.My everything DLX CONTENT 12.bang bang 13.Only 1 14.You dont know me -------------------------

Even the most upbeat song has its own story to tell.

All these poems are pretty much everything I'm feeling scrambled into a collection of words.. poetry is my therapy and when things go wrong it's like the words just pour out. I'm not so sure that it's any good, but it makes me feel more secure about who I am.

These poems are not at all random. They all have such a meaning; such a story! Poetry has no rules, so these don't all sound by-the-book poetic. But, really, this is just a diary of indirect words, but direct thoughts, taken from my mind, as well as my heart.

Beauty is such a strange word. One can never tell how it turns out. Big? Tiny? Shining? Raining? Living? Maybe death? There is beauty in death. At least, he thought so. Beauty is such a weird word. With so many conclusions, ways, things, persons. And when he thinks of her, he thinks of flowers. Of sunflowers. Always alight, turning their heads, smiling at her. And he thinks about the blue sky. He always dreamed about the blue sky. Some clouds here and there, but wide open for the only word: Beauty. And she was beauty. At least, he thought so.

this is just full of randomness

lost in the chaos of surviving

Poetry about SEEKING LIFE--- some about how Fucked Up our world is.