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Random First Lines:This is one little poetic observation of what might be called the greatest riddle of all.
I was getting nothing done one night, and I was... » Read
By Jack Fluff Olivebrant
This is a lighthearted post-apocalyptic tale where Abigail is forced to confront a criminal gang who is stealing fresh drinking-water from her village and other villages all by herself. But Abigail is not like other humans. In fact she is nothing like a human which might be just enough for her...
By Alexander Mademochorites
Lost with a Frenchman 1304 miles away from Paris
By Alex Sharpe
A darkened poem, of an evil that hunts and lurks. How chilling.
The beautiful valley of Kashmir is bruised and shaken due to the long raging armed conflict.Behind the facade of normalcy rage the ugly religious and ideological divides that have polarised the Kashmiri society.There's utter disregard for Kashmir's beauty and culture (and that too by her own...
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 116 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
The first part of is was written long ago, but that's not good enough to upload it, that was simply a try. I had an idea of writing a second part to it, and here I am, I wrote it in about 2-3 hours and I'm proud of it. Mainly it is about an asylum and the mentally disabled, who are treated...
I just felt to write about how we become more and more dependent on machines. And it made me ask myself the question: are machines and depending on them good, or are we running head against the wall?
This is kind of a story that rhymes... and not exactly poetry.
A final journey
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When the dawn on civilisation arises, something... something new is born, and its growing at the death of every man and woman in this hell forsaken imperium, and when it comes, nothing will be able to destroy it, nothing.
By Kai Knight
Whats left of the earth after the virus fell from the sky infecting millions. life is hard now. groups of uninfected travel to survive. decayed cites and wasted countrysides are all that's left to enjoy. Elliott Paris the leader of his group Free Dogs must fight against life's new nature daily...
By Kevin Witt
I've been called so many things and been told so many problems of mine this week. I feel, like complete shit, completely rejected. This poem is to my feelings of being life's mistake.
Hope you like it.
By Haven Degas
A piece that describes the terror of one murdered and laid down where no one can find her.
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Annie Fine
This is centered around a plea to be filled... or re-created
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4
Life flashing before your eyes
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
By The Wer Collection
In celebration of the part the werâ€™s have played throughout the history of Ralvamore, Lord Drowth of Dunhill decreed for all Werish ways and happenings to be collected forthwith by his kin for years untold. And so became an assortment of heroes and adventurers, beasts and knights and wars...