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Random First Lines:This poem is the culmination of a discussion with a race car driver concerning his difficulty keeping a girlfriend/wife. Sadly, he was killed... » Read
By Katie Tripp
Heat- entry for "24-hour Poetry Challenge" hosted on Facebook by me, Katie Tripp. Link to weekly challenges listed on my portfolio. Enjoy!
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
By Jennifer Lara
When I wrote this poem, I was going through a breakup. I dont remember what I was feeling but I hope you can through the poem?
All people are alike : happy or sad. There are also those : happy in their sorrow.
Essay | Updated Sep 25, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Munkic Munkidu
'We are all stardust'
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Story of A Man, A House, And a Silver Box
More of my endless poetry
Another story with the 10 fun, awesome, crazy, amazing friends on crazy adventures.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Imagine if the Boogeyman and all the legends you have come to know were not just real but they were part of a secret society that shapes the world in which we live. Boogey is the story of Jack Leary, The Boogeyman, who against his own desires is forced to train his young nephew, Logan Leary, to...
My family is like a shelf and i am an old forgotten book
I live in a desert, one with plenty of water but devoid of life all the same.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 140 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Alex O Valdovinos
I wrote this poem after a long time spent not writing. I was nervous. I thought I wouldn't be able to write anything great and meaningful. I showed this poem to my College Composition professor, Stephen Gibson, who is also a poet--only he has written and published four books of masterfully...
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is something we did in class, called "note passing," where everyone would start their own story; subject topic was the 1930's Dust Bowl, and what life was like. (narrative, letter, mostly first person) From there we would pass it to another person, then another- after 5 minutes or so- and...
I was feeling heart broken so I decided to write.