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By Phoebe Kishbaugh
poem i wrote when i was in a bitter and sarcastic mood
Poetry | Updated Jan 31, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rusted Crimson Lust
I was alive, am, still alive. A ghost, a shadow, a memory. I live in the moonlight, I dream of the past, I yearn for my old life back.
Novel | Updated Jan 27, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A metaphor for life: a window...
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Dylan Medway
This is a poems that is generally just about life itself and the struggles that come with it and how we overcome it in the end.
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Once again, its up to you.
A Spanish puppet wishes to be alive and when his wish comes true... well see for yourself!!!
Book | Updated Jan 10, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
this is how i always feel and this song helps me know that im not alone
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 26, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I've been gone for quite some time, and I really don't have anything spectacular to say but, whatever.
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 28, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
ever feel like your not alive?
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Chethan Daniel
"But all that seemed rather insignificant with the lust and thrill to make a mangled bloody mess of my opponent surging through my body. I looked ahead to the bright lights glaring down at me as I walked into its fame and glamorous aura for the last time. The stage has been set for the biggest...
Consequences of being alive and famous when your eyes are always in the eyes of the public and media.
Poetry | Updated Sep 29, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
three paragraph story.
loosly based on a story i read a long time ago, it stuck in my head, i cant even rememeber its title anymore. i guess this is my way of keeping that little story alive...enjoy.
A poem about my disorders.. and what they do to me.
what I had written as I was sleep deprived.