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A GIRL AND HER CHALK OF DRAWING OF HER NEW NANNY.
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2013 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The whole poem is complete nonsense, it just rhymes, and within the poem itself it states its purpose...Here's my defense: ...
'They don't miss me, I thought. Its a trap , I know. They just want me to feel guilty as I did the last five times I ran away so I can come back and be abused again. They don't love me either. They aren't even my real parents... Would I ever come back? Come back to the Hell I was living?...
Gray clouds gathered where,
his glance searched nigh,
A poem about the love of a couple. A soldier and his girl.
I wrote this a few months back, for English class. It's not great.
Short Story | Updated May 14, 2012 | Reads: 56 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Pablo Sacristan
Some things you canâ€™t leave in the countryside because they do harm to the environment and living things.
This poem is about my love of poetry. To this day, I don't think I would be alive if it wasn't for poetry.
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Cyber Dood
One I revised from the Palewriter page.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
A warning to some people on Facebook to stop annoying me
This is for the Sidewalk Chalk Festival we had at school today. Kids just drew all day long and their chalk drawings turned out amazing!!!
Rooms without windows are too cold.
An experimental piece, The world is ruled by a one global government founded on the ideas of Humanism, the story follows young Kaylan and Eva as they encounter life n this new world of the future. Kaylan is expected to join the ruling society, as Eva fights for woman to join.
By Shades Of Grey
a poem. do i really have to say more? because you can't really summarize a poem. only explain its origins. which i'd rather not.
Poetry | Updated Mar 8, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 7
I wrote this a few weeks ago, and thought back to my dreams as a child, being drawn crudely on the pavment, only to disapper in the rain. I can't remember what they were.
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0