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By Lost In Translation
Sorry, it should be finished soon
This is a poem I wrote on a day when I was pondering my future and what good I'd do for the world. My goal in life is to frequently do things that will change someone's life for the better, and I hope to do a lot of it through my writing.
Will you leave your mark on the world? Even the smallest...
By 777baruch Hashem777
I wrote these lyrics for hardcore music, so nothing fancy.
It's pretty much about wondering if God understands how we feel.
(This is a version of what would happen if valentine won in The Mortal Instruments) Alec Morgan, a 18 year old ShadowHunter faces challenges and tough times while dealing with his family's death, raising his little brother and fighting against forsaken. How will he get everything the way he once...
Crying Hearts speaks volumes to one's mind, heart and inner most emotions. Giving life to things we are affraid to say and sometimes think.
Book | Updated Jun 28, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
---Warning: Contains blood/violence and gore.---
By Nadilyn And Lydian
Slouching on the chipped red bench, my gloved fingers unconsciously reached for the Vogue magazine to place in front of my face.
Footsteps echoed on the dusty concrete. Heels, I guess.
â€œHey. When did you, a guy, start reading Vogue?â€ descended an acidic sarcastic voice between the...
A palindrome poem about the lovers leap of a cliff
At the time, I'd never had a boyfriend..
Poetry | Updated Jul 5, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Harli Quin
Privileged. I was born into a rich family. Age nine, I got my first credit card ((only because mommy and daddy were tried of me using everybody else')). Age fourteen, even without a liscence, I got my first car. A sleek black Lotus. Age fifteen, I learned my family was in the Mob. And we...
A short poem that just popped in my mind.
I didn't know what to classify it as so it went here.I hope anybody who reads this, will enjoy and unnderstand the following.
It's a not so common poem about the most damned of all fictional beasts
A woman's realisation of why her beloved has not returned to her.
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
413-The year of death. A plague sweeps across the land of Miraearkia, people die just by breathing the air. Foul creatures cross the waters of Pelliar Ocean from Scaarroj. The only hope for Miraearkia is that Conenarla will hold fast against the invasion. this is the story of the battle of...