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I couldn't be any more inclined to create a song out of this, but alas, I haven't the talent. :)
Poetry | Updated Mar 9, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Livi Bear
Imagine a room.
Short Story | Updated Feb 10, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
We all want to stay young and look youthful. Time has different ideas. This is about one person confessing that they will still love their other half tomorrow as they do today, that they will still feel the same feelings for them when they are old and grey.
By Joey Mcdermott
This is a poem i wrote to my girlfriend as we have a long distance relationship, to me it describes how love and time work together and can make the heart grow fonder.
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem about the earth, and what it was become after human population.
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Nik Odayaka
Small stories I type during my free time.
They're simple, and up to you to decipher the meaning.
Daniel is just an average high school kid with a average life, and a crush on a girl he will never see again. He's not all right in the head since he lost his best friend, and he has suspicions that his alarm clock is processed by evil spirits.
*this is one of my first attempts at writing in a...
Novel | Updated May 16, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Time and time and time again; you can't beat time.
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
A room of clocks.
By Peter Rogerson
An essay concerning my wife and me in a nearby town on remembrance day.
Article | Updated Nov 11, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A stupid and random Haiku I made...
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Evie Gray1638
A Short Story I wrote for a contest once, a quick 360 word tale of humanity and insanity that comes from loneliness. A man nears his end and is looking back upon life, referring to it all as though merely a section of time as he and his "clocks" begin to stop.
Short Story | Updated Jun 22, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
More of shakeing off some questions than a poem, but read and enjoy anyway.
By Byron Quinn
A funeral poem (Inspired by Auden)