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After the death of her father, Maddie is left instructions to go to a place where she belongs, but can't seem to fit in...
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Stephen and Riana are from two different worlds but share wone thing in common, their hatred for that life. A special meeting at a young age changes their lives forever. They become each others shoulder to lean on. But then fate pulls them apart and puts them on different paths.
They both give...
This is a poem I wrote when I was 14. I had a crush on a girl and decided to write a poem. I know there are errors in it but I wanted to preserve the content. Because obviously I can't know exactly how I felt seven years ago.
i had an accident in october 2000,i was in traction for nine days this was just a little poem i wrote while i was bed ridden.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Britnie falls for the hottest guy in town, only to have him cheat on her with her best friend. She has been through alot in her life, but will this send her over the edge? Will she ever rest in peace? Only God knows. Told From Britnies & Kates P.O.V.
By Sylvia Louise Ochieng
IT'S NOT HARD TO CHANGE; THERE ARE ISSUE'S OF THE YOUNG ADULT TODAY, AND THER ARE WAY'S OF CHANGING. THE WAY'S ARE LISTENING IF THEIR ARE THING'S THAT ARE OF INTREST TO THEM.
The purpose of this essay is to challenge its primary target group, the fundamentalist, conservative side of Christianity. The challenge is to give strong consideration to use RTP when dealing with disruptive behavior because RTP is biblically based. Those operating outside the target group...
Barely hanging on, the story of a depressed girl.
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just a short poem, might add more, let me know if u think i should. thnx!
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
It just sort of popped into my mind...
By Taylor Gibson
Laying here in the dark room, the only light i see is the street light. bleeding from the cuts on my scared wrist. Bleeding all the pain away, crying not of pain but of joy, showing everyone that you have done this to me. my blood stained carpet shows how much i hate this world. Well i have die...
By Susan Hartline Fouts
I was inspired after eating a bowl of beans that had been in the fridge for several days.
This was inspired by a song that I have listened to so many times
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0