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She was a Doll, sold to the homes of humans for labor. She'd work until she broke. The secrets of her Mistress are in her hands; She allows it to grow. And maybe. Just maybe this secret was finally going to be her answer.
A poem about perception, of yourself and others.
By Jennifer Lara
When I wrote this poem, I was going through a breakup. I dont remember what I was feeling but I hope you can through the poem?
By Henry Captor
A little something that my band and I wrote! :)
By Chixie Devil
About that boy (or girl) that everyone around you doesn't like, but you love.
SOmething I felft I had to write down..
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Imad Ul Islam
A small ten lines poems. The title tells what's inside!
vagrant voice to feign enlightenment
Poetry | Updated Oct 14, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
You may think the things you want, we all have that right. But you can't affect me any longer.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ashen Love
This is the kind of thing that comes to mind when I think to hard.
A Poem about family problems, specially for the children.
I wrote this poem yesterday, it just came to me while I was sitting around. It's about when some fathers (I know not all parents are this way, but I know some who are,) promise their children to be there, but in the end they're not. It...
Opia feels like everything is here fault, from the death of Rassa to the airpeople coming and attacking the Valley of the Caves. She is also destined to become the next leader of the Zeena, the multi-colored people. Then Opia falls in love with someone who isn't her destined husband and that...
I don't have a good summary for this
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Another random essay of the creative variety in which I describe my faults, with a slight twist and some plays on words. This is also part of the funny little series I write about nothing in particular that uses the royal "we" as a point of reference (for no significant reason). It may tickle...