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By This Was Once A Pencil
Felt by the heart, not by the mind.
Cannot be explained or defined.
Eternal and Unnameable, A fable of time
Steady strong and stable, love is our bind
This one is more dark medieval. Tell me what you think, be honest! =D
By Natalie Hancock
My stories are about the life of a dhampir girl, who struggles with who she is, the memories of her past, her growing hunger, and the lust she feels towards someone she cannot have.
Someone, or something is trying to take her out of the picture, adding to the complications in her life. She has...
This is a birthday poem I wrote for my youngest sister for her 23rd birthday. When our mother was pregnant with her she asked me,
A father proudly praising his son, a young poet..
By A Girl Called Red
Two men with two different lives and two different deaths, which do you feel more sorrow for?
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
A short poem dedicated to my lil girl, whom I haven't seen for a while since posting this.
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Why this entire world has been duped into ignorance.
Peter Heartdale thought that he was just an ordinary 15-year old.
Then one day a beautiful, yet cold hearted girl, by the name Sapphire Wellington, starts at his school and in class, and every guy, including the teachers want her attention.
But all she cares about is getting Peter's...
By Artemis Nightshade
I song i wrote a long time ago. Very moving in my opinion.
When God speaks this world of believers is to listen to all that He says while putting no confidence in man---But what does this entire world of believers do instead? Exactly what God says not to do, therefore they don't even believe who they all claim to believe in when He tells this whole...
By Lady Yidhra
Warning: This book is not for everyone! Please only read if you're interested in the Cthulhu Mythos. This is a Grimoire (I'm not responsible for any damage to the mind, you choose yourself to read the content here).
A poem for the one who slipped through my fingers
Poetry | Updated Oct 2, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
We all interpret freedom in our own ways, but instead of owing our freedom to miniature things and materialisms, we may want to shift our attention to the invaluable, fulfilling options in life.
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A child is born with a terrible curse. Her mother takes her and flees into the forest to escape a murderous mob. She falls in love with a kind young man, but when he is captured by the villagers, she is forced to make a terrible choice.