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By The Coyote
I was definitely born in the wrong century.
A poem about wishing to live in a created paradise where my world would be perfect.
By Willow Brook
A dream within a dream within a dream
spinning slowly I can see them one by one.
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2013 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
dare to dream..
Poetry | Updated Sep 30, 2012 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
id have said hi but i was too busy jerking off in the bushes
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
Im a dreamer. I hear you when you call. I fly through the night to hold you tight
Poetry | Updated Aug 11, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gee Mccloud
A passionate, detailed description of a young boy's allergic reaction to his reese's puffs.
Just a working progress, about a person who is caught between her dreams and reality only she doesn't know the difference between the two. I couldn't decide if it should be first person or have a 2 people narration, so it may be a little confusing, can someone give a little constructive...
By Olga Possokhova
This is a poem about a Poet who is trying to make people feel in our hard days.
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 4
By Iris Silverson
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is the song I wrote for The One. This is the song I wish a certain person had written for me.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 5, 2012 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 9
â€œListen, I donâ€™t need your shit. Iâ€™ve got plenty of my own, so skedaddle!â€ she almost yelled at him, glaring so intensely that it seemed she would probably be popping something soon. He didnâ€™t bother to even reply, maybe even listen, and continued pulling...
By Aurora Somnis
A world where dreams are power...
By A Girl Called Red
I imagined this on the bus on the way home...
Short Story | Updated Nov 18, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0