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MY THOUGHTS ON MEDIA AND MESSAGES
A poem for people like me who are still clinging to hope.
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I'm at a place in my life, when I know it's time to move on. So I'm trying, to come to grip with it. And it's to a point, where it bears on my mind. So I just had to let it go, before it gets the best of me.. Free writing always help me release the pressure to kill the pain.
In grieving love, to my parents.
A short, descriptive poem which I have written
watch watched watches watching long longed longs longing wait waited waits waiting alone lonely loneliness hope anticipation
One the ledge of a chasm, one stranger approaches another to talk about coping with pain and questions of suicide.
By Labyrinth Black
Short Story | Updated Jan 20, 2015 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Labyrinth Black
Please note: ALL OF THIS IS TRUE. THIS IS MY LIFE. SHUT UP ABOUT IT.
Short Story | Updated Jan 17, 2015 | Reads: 76 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
just late night thoughts
By Aj Fate
I could really use a friend even if they don't know me and I don't know them just someone to help me before I lose all control.
this is I guess a free style poem written while I am at my worst withering in pain and sorrow and all because of a burrito.
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Clopas has lived in the prosperous Kingdom of Ephrath for her entire life, under the rule of the mysterious King Adonai. As her Gift becomes stronger, those around her push her down an arranged, expected path. As she begins to rebel against tradition, Clopas finds a new way to use her Gift, soon...
By Alexandra Riquelme
Basically a poem about the feelings I experience when I look in the mirror and see the repulsive animal- like thing that looks back at me.
I am used being ugly....
However it is really irritating and it deters me from getting some things accomplished.
So in frustration I wrote this
I am thinking...
The age old story: boy meets girl, they fall in love.
But not all love is destined to last, and falls to natures cruel whimsical nature.
A homeless teen struggles to come to terms with her past when an unlikely stranger comes into her life and connects her to the mother she never knew.
I thought I should give my perspective on true solitude so to give it the respect it deserves
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2