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One of my first ever wordplay pieces of poetry. All in all, this was one of my biggest vent pieces that I had ever written, inspired after I first began to take an interest in spoken word, wordplay, and poetry.
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Reminiscing days of old when love was in the air
no matter what happens, it may seem like your broken to the point of no return, but life does go on. There's no point in living in the past because even though we wish there was there is no backspace button in real life
We all at times may have to come to a crossroads in our lives, which may entail a trip to the therapistâ€™s office to be given the tools we need to climb the wall we call ourselves.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
Play it forward quickie contest. Look inside for details!!!
By Florence 347
Camille,Samantha and Catherine have been friends forever. But now two new boys moved in town and catherine wants to know more about them... will catherine's,camille's and samantha's friendship become stronger or will they take different paths...
will she trust...
By The Rave
Mouth is dry...
You cant see these tears i cry...
It's a short story about how a struggling teenage boy tries to cope with hard times with a difficult family life.
Even in reality, people- especially the young are subjected to tremendous peer pressure and different forms of hardships. Wish i could change all that...
It's a work of fiction, but...
Moving forward is just so hard
Austen Tigy is a happy-go-lucky girl, with "Wild Tiger" as her nickname.She is friendly, cheerful, straight-forward (a little too much for her own good), loving and is happy with her life... but the she just cant seem to be able to find the right love that she needed.... her reasons : her own...
The man I loved, was not a man at all. Just a boy pretending to be as mature as a man is. He will never know how much he hurt me, but when he comes begging back- he will be the one left in the gutter.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is how I feel when I am not governed by time and it's restraints on the things you do it is also about my current state of mind and my feelings of anxiety which I feel alot lately which cannot be healthy.
Article | Updated Aug 4, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
its something i used to recite to myself when i fell into this major pit of depression. hope it helps someone out there..
Some poetry and text