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A (sort of) free verse poem I wrote. Hope you enjoy.
By Brainstorming Teen
I find the place which seemed like the rootage of the cries, and lightly touch the door, my body possessed by uneasiness and nervousness. The door seemed like the key to my curiosity. Behind the walls of that door would be the reason behind my discomfort.
Nothing is ever fully put together
rellationship advice from the worst person ever..
By Sweet Agony Xo
wrote this lastnight. was abit of a sad potato. :/
Poetry | Updated Mar 20, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Memories from a deep hurt of love betrayed by one and others beacuse we were in their minds too young.It effected my life, which I am only now healing of.More later,if you can read between the lines.That's one of the reasons -why my pen-name is poetlife.
I've never been to the headmaster's office; I don't even know what he looks like. I had no choice but to cheat on the test. My teacher wouldn't let me make up the work. I wonder what kind of trouble I'm going to get in for this. Oh, I hope he doesn't tell my parents.
By Kaykay Rose
Just read the first few sentence paragraphs and you'll create a pretty good idea about what the story might be like.
Love is evil, work of the devil I swear.
Storm and Dannie were best friends. Empahsis on the word were. Storm has just had the worst experience for someone her age, her mother was murdered, her father gone, and her sister as distant as ever. Now, when she needs her best friend the most, she gets the cold shoulder? Why? Well, Storm has...
She wouldn't stop screaming.
I couldn't let her keep screaming.
Another poem from when I was in a dark place.
Poetry | Updated Mar 7, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3
Emily Spring has always been the good girl.
She get's A's on almost everything and always gets back to her house by eight pm, no matter what.
Inside her home, it's violent. Daddy yells, breaks things then walks away. Mommy cries, cleans up and walks away. Not wanting to make things worse with...
I saw a poem similar to this, and decided to write my own.
'There is always that person' - I think this poem could apply to a whole load of different people and I think some people may be able to relate to it. I just hope people in the same position can find the strength deep within them, to...
Short Story | Updated Mar 3, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
It's actually more like PG-13.
Novel | Updated Mar 2, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0