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Would you rather go through life blind? Or, do you want to see the decisions you make? Feel the pain, pleasure, sadness, happiness? Which would you choose?
Kailia Thompson would rather go through life blind. Feeling nothing but the cold wind blown into her face or the blazing hot sun burning...
Carter Mercury has always been the center of attention. She gets good grades, has lots of friends, and is even the star of her basketball team. But when an accident happens and she can no long play, she has to resort to other activities and joins a drama class.
Joey Bridging has always been shy...
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
I couldn't even for this into poetry. Deictaed to Amy; who broke up with me 5/6/10
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
Forgive me. I'm upset.
Poetry | Updated Mar 10, 2009 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
The purpose of this essay is to challenge its primary target group, the fundamentalist, conservative side of Christianity. The challenge is to give strong consideration to use RTP when dealing with disruptive behavior because RTP is biblically based. Those operating outside the target group...
By Tattered Soul
It's gonna be different,
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2009 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the future the human race is at war with an alien species and humans are expanding to colonize other worlds.A new colony that only contains 500 residents is wiped out by a virus that was designed to destroy the alien threat. The sole survivor of this massacre is a freshman in highschool that...
I felt it; the warmth brush against my skin
Some asked me to write a poem for them.
This was the end product
Significance of self and others
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1