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A poem that I wrote one day when I was bored. It was really just a joke between me and my friend but I have decided to post it. IT is quite crude but funny sll the same. Enjoy ;)
Poetry | Updated Aug 31, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
Aria Bell is an abused 16 year old by her alcoholic father. Now she has moved to a new town, where she doesn't know anyone, until she meets Ryder King. Ryder is one of the worst kids in the whole town with a huge record. Can he help her while she helps him? -This story starts out PG, but...
Brendon Shaw is a player, all his friends would agree. With his dirty blonde hair and green eyes, he was definitely attracted. So what happens when his parents get sick of Brendon's promiscuous behavior and threaten to disarm his inheritance?
Erin Nevis has always been the innocent girl, named...
By David Phillips
Enter the town of Fimlinburg and many of the unique inhabitants.
Stanly has run away from everything in his small town to california and now wants to start a new life no strings attached! Until he falls for a girl who is everything that he's not.
A geek talks to a girl on a webcam.
By Hollehpire Nevermore
Just a song poem like thing that i wrote out of boredom :D
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2011 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
For Alex, coming home from tour was nothing special, really. Get back in the Condo, sleep a few hours more, order take out then go to band practice for the next Tour. But coming home this time was totally different. He met Stella. It started with a simple plan to keep her company while she...
It isn't cheating... but it sure feels like it.
Two friends and i wagged school and smoked some weed. I was just sitting back and listening to the conversations when i decided to get out my laptop and record it all. After half an hour this is what i had...
By Allie Apathy
I love the way you taste my pain.
By Risely B Riddled
I had a dream about weed being grown in my basement and told my mom...it turned out to be a memory from when I was five and walked in on my Uncle's gro-op operation.
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!