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this is my agony
this is me
Article | Updated May 22, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Yo! This is a song I wrote not too long ago (14-04-15)... Eminem and Nate were da first to use this instrumental
A love that is never revealed due to metal illness
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By Adya Dutta
The poem deals with the feelings of a person who had loreals in past but is now victim of despair of failure.
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2015 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
Ever wondered the reason for world problems? Well it narrows down to the BLIND MIND. amazing eh?
This short novel is about the conflict between the feelings of love and pure lust, concentrating on the differences between the two and how our characters are coping with definitions and boundaries set with each of the experiences associated with those feelings.
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.
By Alexandra Riquelme
I have not been writing for awhile. Things are getting absurd in my life and I have been angry but holding my emotions in. This poem is to vent some of that anger. I realize now I have to write because it is one of the only things I that have.
Also this is the first time I used the audio file on...
By Nocturnal Ponderings
A poem about the craving of pain and emotional turmoil.
PFC Jack Martin recently had gotten separated from his group,and he must find a way to live on an island while nothing but pain,agony,and defeat showers over him and turns his beliefs into helpless doubts.
Novel | Updated Dec 5, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
We aim all the time, but, joy comes not, peace is a naught, Bliss rarely arrives, mirth, mind derives, comes gloom often, get we limited fun.
how it used to be
Poetry | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
This is a poem which I wrote lately and it's about a boy I really do love but it's not gonna work..
What would you do if you wake up one morning in a world other of your own?