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By Matthew Bissonnette
A work of non fiction under my pen name William Pierce about five brothers and manhood.
By Dj Kilz
A memory of a youthful brother.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 14, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Never give in, never give up, for your dreams are just figments of reality that if you work hard enough to earn, to achieve glory, wait in open arms for you, don't think just do just remember to be you because in the end when all else is lost you only have your self to be friends with.
A little something I wrote after a little girl waved to me from a passing car. It really made me think how I felt wasn't how she saw me. It put a lot of things in perspective and made me re-evaluate how I think about life.
Poetry | Updated Dec 29, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Blake Andrews has known nothing but suffering for seventeen years. As a result, she's broken, inside and out. She harbors every single misdeed done to her and the secrets of her past begin to unravel and destroy her. She pulls an unsuspecting stranger into the fray, with disastrous results.
By Anna Grettle
The thoughts of a young girl at her best friend's funeral.
By Garrett Monroe
A rhythmic short dialogue with my self over a theoretical pursuit of a woman. It's not a poem meant to rhyme, or really have any metre, just a writing exercise that sounds poetic.
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
This is a short story or essay I wrote about the ever present racism that is still spread like cancer throughout the United States. I have started a movement to end one tendril of this cancer by referring to African Americans as Blacks, simply because they are just as American as I am, a...
This is a poem of my reflection of my youth gone by. It is a poem that brings out the true human aspects of lust, sex and how we reminisce about these things, things of our youth.
An essay about my personal experiences with racism. The use of African American as a designator of race and not point of origin. The fact that we are essentially all Africans, having all originated from Africa. How we should abandon African American as a designation of race for Black people,...
taken from my book,
A poem I wrote back in June of 2010 for somebody I loved dearly.
Poetry | Updated Oct 26, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Elias Cinel
Its all about youth age
Poetry | Updated Oct 23, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem about an old person returning to their childhood home and memories coming back to them