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Random First Lines:A series of memoirs regarding my short but bitter-sweet thirteen years on Earth. May have sexual and religious references, along with a lot of... » Read
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
By Ray Kurts
The story tells of a woman. Whose Husband
and families all gone and now she sits alone
waiting for death to come. While watching the
sunset come and go which always her favorite.
The old cat still traces the Dog.
This is about my life recently and how there is nothing in it. With not many literacy devices; it shows how simple and small my life is.
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Ezeh Chibuoke
'Smiles in the morning
As warm as sunshine
Kisses when I lay down at night
And 2 loving arms
To console me
I should be scared, it's so right
This poem is about something that just happened. The guy mentioned in one of my earlier poems that I said I liked found out that I did and my friend told me that she found out that he doesn't like me. I wrote this poem describing my current emotions about what happened.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2008 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 9
By Mark H
You will have to work out what this story is about yourself.
In the year 2050 the world has changed somewhat, but the truth is that human nature rarely changes. The Sun is about to go down for all time, but people feel it is only an April's fool day gag.
Novel | Updated Jan 26, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
on January 14. Â© All rights reserved
By Gigi Joy
the title has nothing to do with the book. so if you are looking for a deeper meaning in this story i am sorry to disappoint you.
A girl's parents get a divorce and she moves to Tallahassee with her mom. Her new school is not very interesting until she meets an annoying boy and his sister. ...
By Adam Jnd
This is a song I wrote a few years ago.
Poetry | Updated Dec 30, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Unrevealed In the Prism
on December 2. Â© All rights reserved
The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
Unrevealed in the prism.
I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel...
Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.
on chilling winds.
By Brian Peza Perrins
For everyone out there that's feeling down or under the wheather, better times will come.