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Random First Lines:New York City, the place of filthy crimes happen all the time. My name is Brad Cooper. This place is my home and I need to remove the criminals... » Read
Loveâ€¦if love at all is typically for the privileged. Itâ€™s for the better peopleâ€¦the people who actually stand a chance. Thereâ€™s an actual science to it. The science of
attraction? Even science is pointing out that love only happens for people who actually stand a...
By Thomas Oliveira
My work is more like a philosophical debate or a monologue than it is poetry. The question is how do we define love as a feeling and how it translates itself into action.
By Kenny Benko
I was just experimenting with some styles of writing with this one. I like some of the creative flash I put in it, content wise it's okay and a little unfocused. Perhaps I will write something that combines both in the future lol. Anyway this story is really about the a common day in the life of...
The streets of Athens are an excellent place to be when you are feeling depressed or anger as they are the ideal backround to your mood. At a night like this emotions of all kinds burst out.
By Kevin Ruta
Stream of consciousness poem.
Energy is our creator.
By Kevin Ruta
Personal Poem about feelings of displacement and longing
We need to stop thinking like us and start thinking like Christ. It's easier said than done, but sanctification is important.
Maya is orphan and is about to move to yet another foster family. Tired of being alone and bullied and tired of life she has no expectations of her new town whatsoever. But suddenly she finds an unexpected friend who turns her life upside down, making it sweeter than she could dream of, and...
By Inebriated Genie
The story of a lonely, bitter man in the throws of isolation.
The first story that I really tried to perfect. Let me know if I missed any incorrect grammar and whatnot. By the way, I posted this to Creepypasta wiki under the title
By Jennifer Brighton
Monologue. An old man reflects upon life and love.
By Le Petit Conteur
Based off of my previous story "Silently, Softly, Stealthily Still". I decided that would make a beautiful poem and decided to try my hand at it. I do not know how to write poetry, have never done it before, and am not an avid reader of the genre. Be nice, but critique is requested.
Poetry | Updated Feb 8, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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I grew up in a Christian home, but I myself never had a personal relationship with Jesus. I smiled and did what was asked of me, but I wasn't happy. Bitterness was my constant companion. I allowed things that had happened to me as a child to completely take over my over my life.
My life changed...