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I wrote this a while ago. I was trying to be blunt while being cryptic. Just in case some people who are close to me were to read it.
Hope you like it. It isn't much.
Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Shannan Browne
What's teh ultimate award? The ultimate end? What are we striving for?
The love of a mother is meant to be unconditional.
A sunny southern boy moves to a cold Northern town to live in a crumbling duplex, ready to suffer for his art. He wants something different, but even he wasn't expecting this--a mysterious, shadowy housemate who never goes outside. A story about suffering and how it ends, love and how it begins....
By Right Fielder
A poem to my Ex, whom still pursues me.
a writing explaining why get get paralysed when we are denied or rejected
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The fight for an individual's soul, who struggles to find where he belongs; Is it still on Earth,The Living World? or in Heaven, Hell or in between the Spirit World, Limbo or...Trapped within the rotten flesh of his.
written on new year's eve, in apprehension of the coming year and relationships it will bring
By Tcm Ronin
By Vampire Slayer
this is a poem I wrote 2 years ago I was going through alot and need to express myself. hope you like it.
An inside look into my life while almost developing an eating disorder. How I survived and my thoughts throughout it all.
Absolutes of childhood become shifting sand as an adult,and friendship, viewed from a distance, takes on different nuances as does life as well as how Always and Never, those childhood Absolutes, have morphed and aged along with you.
By Katy Black
The death of a loved one is hard to handle, especially for those that are barely hanging on to life themselves. Can this girl accept reality?
A young woman who lives in a world of her own making. Who likes classic movies and old southern plantation homes. Who puts family first and tries to live right.
I never had a good relationship with my dad and this poem is me getting my feelings out a little bit...