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By Mother Earth
This poem is about reflection and revision.
By Arturon Gillespie
Total empathy means experiencing the emotions and feelings of others. Audio+text
By Chief William
A short account of a dream I had. Events are exaggerated and parts completely false, but that doesn't matter with respect to the point.
By Nikita Rader
Fame is like an irresistible cake. It's like a relishing your salivary glands with palatable juices but then all the sudden the hint of the taste degrades and so you crave more of it. You crave more cake, or fame in essence is the theme of this poem.
Poetry | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A short article I was inspired to write during my travels through Asia.
Dedication to Criss Sole. A fantasy poem. Hope you like it.
This is a true storyâ€¦ the events & characters all crossed paths, interacted, separated, and found each other again.
Something that started in one direction and ended in another. About a boy the first gift for a girl.
Pondering the magic behind my writing...
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gabriel Woodworth
Ever wonder what happens to someone after they survive a suicide attempt? How are they able to function afterward.
Novel | Updated Jul 23, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This one is a spoken word poem. Sort of. While it was for school, I had mainly written it directed toward someone who had once been a good friend of mine. I actually ended up reading this in my class and it apparently gave some people chills, or whatever. I don't know. People are weird. Here it is.
By Oxirnak Bixen
Was trying to write something emotional on facebook, but then it turned into this, which seemed a bit too rebellious for me to post publically, especially with my parents breathing down my neck all of the time.
My name is Claire Holland. Iâ€™m 18 and Iâ€™m in a psychiatric hospital, I have been for as long as I can remember. Each day is a challenge for me, or at least that's what I keep getting told. I donâ€™t remember my past, only specific images, nothing happy, mostly scary. From what...
Ordinary day turned dreadful. True story about going to work one morning. never told anyone before. not meant as literature, just a reflection on my own life and feelings of empathy. Story probably has problems with voice, but i wrote as i remembered it, which is pretty well.
Short Story | Updated Mar 17, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0