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I wrote this poem a while back. It follows the doctrine of "you can't have good without evil". Hope you enjoy.
By Harmonic Distortion
Who is abyss?
is she a human?
is she an angel or,
is she a demon?
credits to the owner of this picture being used in this poem
this poem is dedicated to Abyss
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The twins were walking free
through the lonelinest of all streets
where the sun couldn't dare to touch
their pale, porcelain skin
After losing everything, a man must overcome the greatest obstacle life has thrown at him, and embrace an unknown feeling that had been spoken of many times in the past.
Another poem to make up for my lack of posts.
By Harmonic Distortion
"Who are you? do you still remember me? "
I have already fallen into depravity and forget everything that i own..
Credits to the owner of the wonderful picture that l've seen while googling the topic for my first post here in booksie
Poetry | Updated Dec 11, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Born into the world with light magic, Isadore has been protected her whole life. The Sanctuary has always been her home, a place where the knights could hurt her. Her guardian get captured though and the Dark King seeks her out. But when she tries to save her guardian, she finds out that there...
By J E Hunter
There are moments when you and I and everyone feels like there is no hope left.
By Angel Sykes
This is a story about a teenage girl about nineteen who was kidnapped when she was twelve She was there for seven years. She was released after they found she was a failed experiment. She has to deal with her new found difficulties and dodge the people she once knew. This is harder that it seems...
By Miri Fern
A retelling of the Bible in more cerebral terms, from the Void, to Genesis, throughout human history.
It's all about the agony that one suffers from a wound received long ago somewhere in the past that still aches and reminds of the someone so cold, so dear and so forbidden, that you couldn't even ask them for yourselves, but just despair.
And it's fiction , not any real life sort of thing.
This poem is about that dark place we all go into once in a while, and just need to see the light desperately.
By Zach S Blayer
I didn't have it easy with my peers. Growing up, it was hard not to get made fun of, and even harder to make friends. It left me broken after years of getting physically beaten and emotionally scarred for so long, that I had to turn to something other than suicide. So I found my inner light. Not...
Death like love can be a cruel mistress.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1