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My breakup... Huh never knew i would post so much about it. Wrote this while listening to back seat serenade by All Time Low. Also, Young Valcanoes by Fall Out Boys.
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Written at 2am in the morning. Song by Secondhand Serenade - Goodbye. Any feedback is much appreciated, please, send me your thoughts about this. Thanks for reading :)
Written in the form of a memoir, Effie tells the story of how she and her brother, Vladimir, had become lost in the world; their wayward teenage years.
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
We all have those down days. Maybe those down months, or years. But you'll survive. I promise that things will get light after the darkness takes over. "Darling you'll be okay"
It is a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does? - Peter McWilliams. For those whose fear lies with falling in love all over again and for those with the same fear but never loved; it is always good to take another risk. For you'll never know if you only and always...
Short Story | Updated Aug 2, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Aug 2, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
398.2 is the dewey decimal for the fairytale section of the library.
Poetry | Updated Aug 2, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Lyzzy Redd
Do you hear it too?
In three separate flashbacks to 1994, 2010 and 2001, a 15-year old Rob goes to Boarding School as he recovers from the shock over the death of Kurt Cobain, a 14-year old Ryan is inspired to become an emo when he meets Sarah and Mayor Sarandon instills strict anti-Islamic police policies in the...
Script | Updated Jul 24, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
No place is safe from the virus. The infected are a threat, but the sickness is even worse. It can find any way it can to get to us, to kill us off, one by one. The world that we lived on for so long is trying to kill us off, and thereâ€™s no way to stop it.
Likewise, thereâ€™s no...
Love can cut more than just flesh.
more vampire poems also written in an insomniatic state :)
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0