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Warning: Talks about blood
My newest song lyrics I wrote...love how this turned out. Plan on using this song in a story I've been writing, having one of the characters sing the song...but couldn't wait that long to post it. Let me know what you think.
Sometimes we pass through life without a glance. Those around us fade to memories quicker then a blink of an eye. What happens, though, when they are gone? What happens to the mothers, the lovers, the teachers, the best friends? Even a stranger can be touched in one trivial moment to change a...
it haunts me while i sleep and its terrible in the day i wish all this pain would just go away. hope u like it my first poem
By Melissa Firefox
Some people are so kind to others that they forget to care about themselves. That will be the death of them.
How many people died today?
taken from my book,
This is a study piece on Literary consonance. It is about a an overdose. It is incredibly easy to get rid of the pain that way... it is also incredibly easy to find words with a long "P" syllable. Enjoy!
Floating through my life. Through yours.
Free Writing- I was just thinkingâ€¦
By Juli Monat
Running out of time, but not out of time.
True love becomes wine when killed...but it never expires...
Little Johnny is fed up of being looked straight through, so he decides to do something about it. Today he is playing God, and he has the power of life in his hands.
By Anyssa Ocampo
Melody Gage has a shrinking heart disease. When she became conscious she first saw an angel-like guy, Jasper, his nurse. The attraction between two of them is obvious. What will happen to them, when Melody is close to dying?
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Heavinley Hano
Jou bekkomernisse maak jou goed verbeel en dan dit glo as waarheid om my lewe te wil reel of oordeel.
Se my wanneer sal jy leer dit maak my seer of geniet jy dit om my geluk te steel.
Op die einde van die dag gaan dit oor my en myself en nie wat jy vir jouself verbeel.
Ek kan nie lewe om my...