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By Saint Sibiya
I wrote this in 2011, I describe how most teenagers are so eager to understand life, they desire to impress others, and make bad decisions, when they hit their lowest point those they seek to impress are nowhere to be found , they find comfort in substances which destroy them further and end up...
By James Feww
I had this thought in my head for many years now and I felt like expressing it in a poem.
By Laylah Pledger
A guy named Declan wakes up from oncoming nightmares, not knowing where he is, anybody around him, or even who he is himself...
taken from my book,
By Elton Camp
All that was Lora faded away
Poetry | Updated Feb 7, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Loss of what once was....
Short Story | Updated Feb 6, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
broken poem, confused, strong feelings that are hard to ignore, what I'm expected to believe and who I really am. really very confusing
I just wrote this out of the blue. I like the sounds of it and how it flows. I thought others might as well. Enjoy.
Inspired by my Gran to write,
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 0
This was a poem written for myself, by someone who was so outstanding with words, I never quite knew whether he meant them or not. .. I still don't know.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Ned Godleads
If it wasnt for her father, her life wouldnt be this miserable
A good friend of mine that moved away to work to pursue his dream. When he came back he was never the same, and wont reveal the secrets that lye within him.
This poem is about my other half. The one I love and hate. When your feelings are turning upside down and your days are wasted with hurt and regret, knowing you are better by yourself even if the hardest thing is letting go for te better of yourself.
Poetry | Updated Jan 28, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By It Was Then That It Happened
A poem about my thoughts while studying poetry. FIRST DRAFT
By Silently In The Night
Like black tea, it's a little hard for me to believe that you can be sweet.