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When a fun trip to Alaska turns out to be quite chilling.
By Joseph Tyler
a world that is dead and barren due to war
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
it's not a bad as it seems. I an apt to bouts of depression. Not clincal, but due to real life events. I can not write when these moods come upon me. That I wrote this is a sign that I am coming out of that mood.
A literary screaming at the wind.
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2012 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 10
A soul that has been picked dry.
Poetry | Updated Sep 30, 2012 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Kyle Georgie Frydenlund
Oh love. How everyone wants it but not everyone gets it.
Poetry | Updated Jul 29, 2012 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By The Distinguished Warrior
There is an urgency for those in the body of Christ to listen, obey, and let's move.
found this poem in my book bag, tell me what you think!
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Our dear narrarator tells us a story of his walk with the late Miss Mara Leece
A tounge in cheeck poem about pregnany.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Sudanese government is one of the most corrupt in the world. There is a massive genocide occurring in Darfur and other parts of Africa. And what are we doing about it? Barely anything. We are just now putting a dent into awareness, but we are still far from real action. These poor people...
By Jerri Kaplan
Just a thought....
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
You may be wondering why I am posting unfinished stories, the truth is that many of them were very good ideas, but perhaps it just wasn't for me, thats why I haven't finished them. The other reason is that I want to know what people think of my original writing, sometimes I think my writing is...
By Dick Cheney
Slangin that crack.
Essay | Updated Sep 29, 2008 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Ichi Clairvoyance
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Terry Collett
â€œMy bed is barren and cold as ice, said David. â€œMy wife is sterile like a desert waste. Promises she made; touch and tickle were her nightly haunts. Now she sleeps alone and so must I. Our marriage vows are locks and chains; our words knife us with their frozen touch. Once I had love...
Short Story | Updated May 6, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2