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A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
A poem about my first true love and how much of an impact it had on my life even to this day. I hope he is doing well and I wish him the best. I am happy for him and for his wife and children even if he thinks it's just a lie. I have always wanted him to be happy, with or without me and that's...
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.