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Random First Lines:ORIGINAL STORY: THE LOST JEWELS
(AUTHOR: RABINDRANATH TAGORE)
â€˜â€˜A COMPLETE SELF-ANALYSIS,
EDITED AND WRITTEN ON BASIS OF THE... » Read
The little reminders of our cold world.
By Ryan M Akers
Why do childhood loves grow old & apart?
lets be apart so we'll see how we cant live without each other...
babye, lets love
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
Have you ever lost a best friend? Please comment and leave your advice on this subject!!
The sequal to Geeks in Love.
Caia 'Sneak' Mascara is just a junior in high school. She's not popular, but she is by no means a nobody, she's just shy. When she arrives at geek camp she starts to want to sneak around hense her nickname Sneak given to her by her mom because she would away sneak...
By Dark Skylight
This is about?How world ruined us all.And the world is people.We were doomed to death since the first breath was taken.
my star crossed lover replies to his one true love since they have been parted
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 5
You know something? The other Apart was supposed to be named "You're Wrong"! U guess I was wrong...Never mind...My writings are all very cheesy aren't they? Comments, please!
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 10, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I've always wrote so-called lyrics on my PC...So everything that I wrote under poetry falls into Lyrics, I guess...
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 10, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Just relating... My first work.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
my star crossed lovers are apart again...she wrote this while she was away from him.. she awaits his reply
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2008 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 7
By John Lloyd
I am growing up and my friends are splitting apart
you all know this feeling(well atleast people graduating high school and above should) I wrote it because no else has and it is a feeling we all know and detest. but it is apart of life and being mature
By Susan Hartline Fouts
This poem is dedicated to a special writer and friend, Azmat Shah. His or her writing deserves recognition and this is a little bit of how I feel about them.