Rime Stories

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''Sometimes we wear glasses the color of rose, Our minds begin to hide things it already knows. '' Kurt James These poems are for the ones who love too hard, who fall too deep, even when it burns.

poesia 11 ago 2015

Im pip. LostPiper dies. Me real pip. Me freddommustared. Me dr.doom. me sup rime ruler. Deal wit it.

Pensieri, parole

just some poems i write when im sad

Aceasta carte este una in rime!!! Voi face rime despre ce vreți voi si chiar despre voi daca doriți. Sper sa va placa !!!!

Diverses poèmes, que je publierai (du mieux que je peux) petit à petit. Chaque poème correspond à un moment d'une journée, et tous sont liés entre eux ! N'hésitez pas à laissez des avis. Et bonne lecture!

Poème long en rime sur l'amour.

Victoria visits her dad after she graduates from high school. In Alaska, she finds that the snow hides those that don't want to be seen. It also hides their misdeeds. Victoria finds herself falling for a mysterious figure that watches from a far through the falling snow. His name is Rime. The relationship is not normal at all. It can best be defined as something dark, black, and beautiful in the shape of a beating heart.

In questa raccolta verranno inserite poesie in diverse lingue tra cui: francese, spagnolo, inglese e ovviamente italiano.

Les Divagantes Ni Roman, Ni recueil de poèmes Mieux que tout celà. UNE SENSATION.

⚠️ I DO NOT OWN LAST LEGACY OR ANY OF THE CHARECTERS THEY ALL BELONG TO NYX HYDRA no shrex ✋ this is a rime x reader fic bc there are none in existence and there needs to be. after a month of living with your comrads felix, sage, and anissa, anissa lends you the funds to live by yourself. you decide on an old beautiful victorian house which just so turns out to be where rime has been hiding out for the past week. what could go wrong?

The panda wrote a word The word became law The law became important The importance became the light and so The pandas word is like a rainbow forest *^*

[Poetry] Life can be difficult... and what are we supposed to do when we are stuck in reality? When we don't know what to do, where to go, or how to carry on living, life seems to be an endless path full of thorns, shadows and distant whispers that start slowly killing our emotions. We are our own enemies, as only humans are able to destroy themselves.

This is a poem inspired by the Rime of The Ancient Mariner. This was created by the Deep Thought AI.