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By Jeff Bezaire
A man's final moments.
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To the one who still holds my heart..
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2015 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Zoya Tayyab
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Aaron Shamoba
True meanings of love
Â». If you love her because of her
eyes,lips or body,
it is not "Love" it is "LUST"
Â». If it is because of her intelligence
or insight about life,
it is not "Love", its "ADMIRATION"
Â». If its because she cries every time
you try to leave her,
it is not "Love" it is...
"Others too young, unaware of the truth:
Blissfully ignorant-- that is the youth."
We've to write a speech on Animal Testing for school and, though I've a lot to say on the topic, I can't quite seem to get my thoughts down. Changing tactics, I turned to my good ol' friend Poetry and came up with...
By Bhavya Sinha
Everything has to end one day....and we've. Got to understand that..
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Just some thoughts to put down
Miscellaneous | Updated May 4, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
There's a day that I remember. Back when I was 7. A day I would never forget. When all my laugh equaled cries.
By Nikita Rader
This is an old poem I wrote back in middle school. Cries in general are despise so often in society, especially from males ;). It reminds me of fireflies or bugs, always crushed and despised.
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Xox Imagination Xox
I had an assignment in my Poetry & Song class senior year of highschool. We had to choose a form of poetry, and were to write about it when we felt inspiration. I chose Poetry Therapy: Writing to heal yourself. I didn't plan this writing the night I wrenched my heart out crying. I was in a bad...
This is something I decided to make...it's just a thought but by all means, this is one of my most emotional writings yet. If you are feeling like the beginning of this, hopefully my words can inspire you to become better.
Khloe has everything she has ever wanted in life. To parents who loved her, to money, popularity, and beauty. Her life if perfect until the day her mother dies in a car accident. Her father blames her and starts to abuse her physically. A part of that, her turned into a alcoholic. Since Khloe...
Where is it that we lay? Beneath the sweet world we thought once good or within a dark cold earth filled with lies and secrets.
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
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