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We always called Violet by the name Ana. He never minded though, but I don't know why.
Ana was invisible to everyone at his school, but he didn't mind. But he was okay with that because his friends were the ones no one else could see but him.
I met Ana only a few months ago, and he is...
Novel | Updated Nov 22, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I miss my sister
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is more reality than I am accustomed to reveal. Not really a poem, but more so a snapshot of now.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
when you are gone you somehow make me feel so small
By Vampire Slayer
A poem I wrote when I was in high school
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Thoughts on Love, and how it resembles or truly is everything.
Short poetry for those who felt love & safe by their soul mate.
By Crow Of Light
A poem I wrote inspired by the poem E.A. Poe wrote, A Valentine.
Amidst the poem/riddle meaning and question lies the name of someone Important to me. enjoy trying to figure it out (though it isn't to hard, but for help here's a clue, there is a letter of the name in each line) or just enjoy...
By Vampire Slayer
this is a poem that describes the true feeling and emotion of being in love
About being alone.
Poetry | Updated Nov 15, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
"I'm here, he says; her very best friend,
His grip on her tightens: I'm here 'til the end.."
Just trying to sort thoughts
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You didn't think you were alone all this time did you?
When your in a dark hole remember there are people just like you.
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Duke Z
He was in the middle of a storm. His howls could do nothing against the raging wind. His belly was bleeding. The snow that brushed against his wounds seemed to boil at contact. He often rolled over in pain. The wind pushed the snow against his bloodstained body like knives. The snowflakes cut...
Short Story | Updated Nov 11, 2014 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0