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This is my real story. I will be posting the journals soon! The stars ** mean it's a poem. please comment!
I cant believe how perfect i thought we were for eachother... Guess after eight months you really get to know a person and then learn the true one... Thank you so much for making me take that risk... cos of that, i have to pick up the fucking pieces again.
Poetry | Updated Jun 4, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Ciradette Evans is a normal teenage girl.
Except, well, she's a computer program.
Created to help make advancements in medical and technological science, Ciradette is placed in high school to help study the brains of teenagers. But when she starts having black-outs, and data comes up...
Beautiful, destructive, tragic
Nothing can change it; not even magic.
Yet Iâ€™m still here, waiting.
This feeling is strong as ever; never fading
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
I wrote this short poem this past spring. Afterwards, I submitted it to a local literary magazine called The Newtowner, where it was published late June. They currently have the rights, I'm just sharing it through this website.
A woman found a cyber-lover ....
Article | Updated Sep 5, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
trying to see the light, rather the darkside of what is to come next
By Jackie Madden Haugh
Exposing yourself to the world can be a wonderful thing.
By Brian Peza Perrins
Please read into this what you will, I'm sure that whoever reads it, a senario will spring to mind. It will give differing situations to different people, it's written to do just that. It would be interesting to get that feed back.
This just something that is in my mind now how life, can sometimes throw a spanner in the works and turn everything upside down for a short while just long enough for you to compose yourself, and realize you were always on the right path in the first place not to loose sight of that focus and...
Poetry | Updated Jan 6, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Raw poetic boiling voices, bare-knuckled, no holds barred capable of bowel evisceration.
Life is tedious, people are tedious. I can't muster happiness at the moment.