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The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
I wrote this poem in my English class and I just wanna know what others think.
Poetry | Updated Aug 12, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The actual song title is Wave, but in order to publish it on this site, I had to change it to it's original title. This is a song about giving up on your fear of love, and how that fear is like waves. It's got this rock/metal vibe, with some orchestral work between verses and chorus and during...
Me myself and i
the only the shineing in the darkness of the night
Stanly has run away from everything in his small town to california and now wants to start a new life no strings attached! Until he falls for a girl who is everything that he's not.
By Shady Rc
The idea we all have of reaching for and following our impossible dreams.
its a secret :P
Poetry | Updated Jul 15, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
For added enjoyment, listen to yiruma's "Time Forgets". It's a beautiful piano piece that inspired me to write this poem.
She had it all; the beauty,the brains, and her newest pasion that made other Angels become green with envy. Hanna's life was perfect, and just as she is about to tie herself to Travis forever, she's punished for every ill thought she's ever had. Now Hanna's left wandering the earth searching for...
Love, politics, sex, betrayal, werewolves. this isn't twilight.
By Jasmine Dreamscape
A story about learning to be the true you. Chris has never done anything for himself. He has no passions or dreams. He tries to be the perfect son but he finds life meaningless. One day after falling into depression he sees another boy who somehow fills him with longing. His life suddenly feels...
By Briers 13
This is a poem about a time I felt like I didn't know what I could do, or if anybody would ever think of me as worth something. But I found myself in writing, and I love it more than anything.
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0