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To those who may feel lost.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
So, unfortunately, a friend of mine that I previously mentioned before (in my
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
By Johnnie Ruffin
Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Everything fades away, until it's nothing.
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It has been a while since I actually tried to write poem (Fata Morgana, my previous poem, was made like....Few weeks ago, amid the fact that it was uploaded yesterday)
Have you guys ever wondered why friendship gets broken all of a sudden? I remember I had this old friend of mine who used to be...
More original poetry by myself, about myself
This is a poem that I wrote in memory of my dad! Gone but never forgotten!!
Love you Dad!
A lone hero of a forgotten race battles the forces of Darkness with a weapon of legend.
An elf who's soul was shattered and split between Shadow Remnants searches for the rest of herself, facing the corrupt, and ancient king ruling over their country.
About a man's experience with a mysterious woman he barely knows anything about.
My family is like a shelf and i am an old forgotten book
My grandmother has Alzheimer's, it's such a horrible illness that many people aren't aware of. My nan taught me how to bake and how to knit, she is my everything. So I wrote this poem, to make people more aware of what the illness is like. I hope this reaches out to others as well.
"The Interstellar Error of Intergalactic Magnitude" (IEoIM)
Genre(s): Sci-Fi, Comedy, Romance, Action, Adventure, Military
Synopsis: The year is 3540; Universal Time, and the galaxy remains divided by the Great War.
Lieutenant Toukii Kamba, and his Hyperion...
By Alex Hart
My name is Ever Maelys Leto and I know firsthand what it's like to have everyone forget about you. First they forget to tell you things, then it's your birthday, then graduation, then you, altogether.
No one remembers your name, no one knows you, like really knows you.
So you cut them all out,...
A small opening piece of a poem compilation im writing titled "Monsters In The Mirror"
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 29, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0