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This is to my first best friend who left me in the sixth grade, for 'real' friendships. Just like that she left me behind. I had to pick up my shattered heart. But hey I grew and I learned exactly what not to do to others. (:
Poetry | Updated Apr 24, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
Its cold. Inside and Outside. The doors are shut. The people. The bird. The sword. on ice.
By Melissa Firefox
A random poem I am writing about being closed-in, and wanting to break free of everything. I guess you could say peace and self esteem comes to play. Doesn't rhyme, but please enjoy anyway.
Oh, and I made up a melody to this song. You can make up your own, too.
There was a King who had 1 Eye and 1 leg..
He asked all the painters to draw a beautiful portrait of him. But none of them could -- how could they paint him beautifully with the defects in one eye and one leg.
Eventually one of them agreed and drew a classic picture of the King.
It was a...
I wrote this short story for Rebecca1994's Phobia contest. I chose 'Fear of being closed in' as my theme. I hope you enjoy reading it~
Living your ife in secrecy and the guilt feelings from what try to keep secret
Poetry | Updated Aug 16, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Martin Mcmahan
Rose was just a child when her parents were killed. Strangely enough, she didn't care. It was like all of her emotions just disappeared after their deaths. She now is a Demon Detective. She does anything from solving cases of the supernatural to saving a kitty from a tree. She never smiles, and...
This is a poem about my disease.
I was free writing soul searching. Just came up with this piece.
Gob's action packed adventure story.
Let the tears race
Salt in the wound
As they run down my face.
My heart is broken
Unbearable memories, a sad story
A door you closed was once open.
By Ina Mcfarmers
Certain needs to be recognised