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The pain of being alone will reflect upon the paper
Enrique! Who is Enrique?
By Lady Stefluffy Of The Fluffies
This was an assignment for a creative writing class. The assignment was to create a poem modeled after a favorite poem. I modeled this poem after "Persimmons" by Li-Young-Lee.
Original date: October 3, 2013
My mum is who I have not had a relationship with for many years has taken ill.
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
taken from my book,
I realllyyyy wanted to call this poem Missing you but Booksie wouldn't allow me :(. So, I decided to settle for Title's on The Poem in surrender of my unsuccessful attempt at giving the title name. Thanks for reading and feel free to comment :) Thanks! :D
By Luna Hades
If no one misses you when you are alive, what makes you think they'll start missing you when you are dead?
A short story about a man who fights the layers of hatred his daughter has for him ever since her mother died a tragic and unknowing death. It is told by a girl who found refuge in the...
This is just a compilation of all the things I've written while happy/sad/drunk/on ambien
Helpless, In-capacities, Hopelessness
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Enter Janet Adams- cool, smart, friendly, loving, affectionate and everything a guy would want... and she hates bikes!
Enter Reyaansh Archer A.K.A. Rey- trouble in living form, cocky, complete badass, loves to flirt, mischievous, annoying...but at the same time smart. Did I mention he loves...
This is what happens when you disappoint your family and they never trust you again.
Hey guys, this is a short story about mindless behavior find someone to love and what one mistake can do to you.
By Joan A Brown
Rejected -- Again! (What should Rachelle do? What would YOU do?)
Upon arriving home, poor Rachelle could do nothing else but run to her room and cry face down into her pillow. Good thing she had her best friend Angele nearby who offered her a shoulder to cry on. -- by Joan A Brown
A poem I wrote last night that opens up the world to my mind through the rhythm and rhyme of poetry. Please comment?
Just another broken heart I've let my best friend cry out on my shoulder. She really doesn't know how much I really love her.