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Admiring from a distance...
By Alexandra Riquelme
You know those poems or ideas that you really should've revealed for a holiday?
This is one of them (LOL)
I wanted to post this "cute little love poem" around Valentine's Day but by then I would've totally forgotten about it (Hahahaha)
Love really shouldn't have only one day to celebrate...
We all love the high of being in love. It's the best feeling in the world.
When it ends abruptly; that's when it sucks. If we could love and never get hurt where would all the fun be?
This is a story about love and it's lessons. The highs and lows, the happy and the sad.
Before AA, before the overdose, before he met Evelyn, Ana and Adrian were meant to be.... or, so he thought. This is a prequel of sorts to Let The Rain Come Down. And this time, it's Ana's turn to tell her story.
By The Mental State
I wrote this for a very dear friend of mine, it might not be the lengthiest of poems, and it might not have taken me to the longest amount of time to write, but it means a lot to me.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A love poem for Nyarlathotep.
A young man 18-20 has a crush on his dentist. Will he finally work up the courage to tell him?
Short Story | Updated Sep 20, 2013 | Reads: 62 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
When it becomes time for an old couple to join eachother once more, the old man who has waited for his wife patiently speaks to his dying wife as she begins to join him in the afterlife. He holds though the regret that when he did live, he forgot what was most important to him.
By Mvt Kersbergen
A love poem written for Nyarlathotep.
By The Eternal Flame
It's a patriotic poem, an adoration of India, personified as a Goddess, the savior of her people.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 627 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Love-poem for Nyarlathotep.
By The Eternal Flame
A second adoration to the divine brightness that liberates the world from darkness.
True story about what happened to me, hope you enjoy.
A small clan of people who think they are vampires meet in a cabin in the woods where they train to fight and hold rituals and drink blood every night. they take children from ages 8 to 13 and train them in their ways. James is what is...
By Rami Abu Salah
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