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By Bhavya Sinha
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
By Trystan Cadwell
What has the world done to her? She is a product of this cruel society. This is the sad truth of many girls in today's world.
This is my prayer to the world and for the world.
The results are finally here. Thanks for your patience.
A poem on how I feel in every day life.
By Midnight Black Cat
Life and Death, a couple that has been together longer than anybody else since they're the perfect couple
Artificial Heart is a piece based on pure inspiration on a thursday afternoon. It is about a common experience and also a personal accounts of when people try and give you parts of them that aren't real.
A long line of heartache and empty relationships left Allie a picture of the perfect man and the perfect kind of love; slow and sweet like honey. The search was long, but she refused to settle. Just when she was on the edge of losing hope, Asher came along and showed her something like nothing...
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2014 | Reads: 133 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 9
By Fairbanks Port
A praise to beauty... In espanol and english
She would capture other hearts, would catch dreams in the palm of her hand, frail beautiful glimpses of emotions, like a smiling child chasing a dragonfly even though he has no need for it.
Short Story | Updated Aug 31, 2014 | Reads: 106 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote about the beauty that is the act of living. Although life can get tough,and it seems that all of the outcomes and happenings of life are bleak, this poem is my attempt at improving anyone's view on life. Read it on a rainy day, a day of sadness, or even when you are at...
This is about my older sister who I used to look up to.
Poetry | Updated Aug 28, 2014 | Reads: 64 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 21
my crush has a bf and im angry
A mother sees the beauty that you are.
A lament of wasted... you be the judge. Sometimes the echoes of our lives can be seen in the simplest things. A beautiful, perfect, homegrown tomato rotted on my kitchen table this week. It was eagerly awaited, saved as the