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Random First Lines:Alright, away from my murder stories and love songs, I decided to try something... different. Interpret it anyway you want, I'm not telling. » Read
Bear with me here, this is actually the first song I have ever written. Like, ever. It's about my struggles with depression, but also about how easy it is to feel alone in this crowded world. Please let me know what you think of it, and let me know how I did on my first song :)
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3
SEX!!! Now that I have your attention, you should totally read my poem. Sorry, it's not really about sex. More like crazy awesome depression stuff, so like, read it, now, like, right now. Okay, now...(As in, like, now)
Honestly, I had no right to wright something like this, for, I really am no authority on the dealings of "The Inner City" and have done no research on the subject, not even enough to say that such a thing exists, although I'm pretty darn sure it does. Despite all that, I still believe that this...
Maya, a young girl left alone in the world, is left with only the decisions that she makes in order to protect what she loves, the effects of which are hers to bear.
Halley Meringue is a fresh graduate from college. She is eager to break free from society for a year so she can relax and have a good time. Her cabin in the Smokey Mountains will be totally secluded. What will happen in this stay in the woods? Is she really alone? Read to find out.
She finds herself walking down a street alone tears streeming down her cheeks. A poem to read.
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lasha Freed
Feel the fire
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Finding someones imperfections perfect
I never want to say goodbye
By D A Draven
A world now exists where it is bleak, cruel, and black and white. What caused it? And where did it all begin?
Few people left, fewer food supplies, can a young girl survive with only a knife, blade snapped in half, rusted and blunt, and no source of electricity to make the only scarce food...
When you are depressed you write all kinds of poems
By Anam Tariq
Loving someone is never wrong, until it's about loving the wrong person, over and over again.
Love is not always right, many a times it leads to destruction.
An introduction to a future, larger work. Heartbreak, loss, love, and hope.
Depression haunts many of us from time to time.
By Stephanie Lahart
Deep poem about being mistreated.