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This is a poem for all of those girls out there who pretend to be happy. Who pretend like everything is perfectly okay; when in fact they're literally on the verge of dying inside. I can relate to this poem, and I know others can too.
I hope you guys enjoy,
// Ikky x
About a man's experience with a mysterious woman he barely knows anything about.
The character pictures for my new novel, Damn. PG for hotness. :D
Eric is battling with the death of his wife and newborn son. The past 2 years have been the most difficult in his entire life. How do you get over the death of two people who had been your reason for being alive? He has pushed so many people away, not letting himself talk about his grief. But...
By James Edgar Cooper
This is a poem that I thought about and wrote while I was on holiday. It gave me time to think about different things, life and love and so much more. What came to mind was how beautiful relationships can be and how wonderful it is in life to find the partner of your dreams, your soul mate who...
This was thrown together quickly one late night for school. I'm not one for poems, I suck at them. But, I just wanted to upload this one to see what you guys thought about it.
A spirit who is stuck on earth, Tries to make his Girlfriend see him.
Its a sad, moving short poem like story, that tries to look at a spirits side of grief.
Disclose the frailty...
Poetry | Updated Mar 23, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Broken people may acknowledge beauty around them surrounding others, but for them their world its different
By Tamara Jackson
In 265 Point, Tamara Jackson, a Certified Group Exercise Instructor through the American College of Sports Medicine, shares her heart-wrenching journey from 265 lb. junk food addict to 155 lb. fitness fanatic appearing on the demonstration floor of the Dr. Oz Television show. 265 reveals some...
By Jl Reaper
A man attempts to make his childhood friend love him.
You are beautiful no matter what people tell you!
This poem is about my babe, Deisy. So yeah. She's not my girlfriend or anything. She's my all time bestie and she's the BÃ†.
Tristan stepped forward placing his hand on my cheek. He used his thumb to brush a tear from my eye that I didnâ€™t even know was there.
â€œYouâ€™re too beautiful to cry Bell. Please donâ€™t.â€
I gasped, my lips slightly apart.
The roles were switched. Here I was...
"Me and you are one, my homeland"