Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:Sweeping in revelatory content, prophetic utterance and declarations - this work simply must be read by anyone desiring to move into the cutting... » Read
A young girl struggle to recognise herslef and who she truly is.
The veiw of modern society from either an omnipresent being or a simple bystander,one who does not what they see
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
The Character in the Poem is realizing his mistakes and noticing a new person, a bad person. The character looks in the mirror and does not recognize the person looking back at him. Soon in discouragement he shatters the glass, resembling that this is a new begining he is now willing to change...
By Charlotte Jayne
A little insight into the relationships of family members
Its true when the general public says "Dont judge a book by its cover"
Poetry | Updated May 16, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
We grow relationships like we plant gardens...but what happens when they die
Things are never what they seem or what u imagine them to be
By Vampire Princces
a girl writes a letter to the man she no longer loves and leaves him letting him a letter explaining the why's she left?
Short Story | Updated Jan 4, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Lex The Damned
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2008 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
every girl takes a guy back at some point or forgives him when he fucks up. there is only one second chance
About a girl i knew, i looked up to her and now shes changed. I think you can relate to this.
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The second part to This is Me, Wishing You Were Here... Written much more recently after discovering that the meaning of my first officially published poem was incredibly temporal... READ PART ONE FIRST or this will make no sense whatsoever! Written in sonnet form.
this is how i felt when i lost my touch at high jump
Poetry | Updated Apr 17, 2007 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Your perception changes a lot as you get older. That would be the theme of this one, folks. This is actually a little old... I wrote it in February and for whatever reason, it never got published on here. So here you go. I think it's worth a read.
Also another one that could be consider somewhat lust-driven. Hardly erotic, but still somewhat suggestive. A poem about wanting a person's touch, to see their face... But having those plans shattered. It's a bit overdramatic, but that's the way it goes with poetry.