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the inner conflict that festers when one doesn't communicate their thoughts
Poetry | Updated Aug 14, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Rache Blue
Stuck in a Rut is like living in a prison without bars.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Joshua Lundquest
I hate math so much. You should too.
I wrote this in an attempt to express the frustration and fear and guilt I was experiencing because I was emotionally attached to someone other than my girlfriend.
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How could you? You never forget things like that.
In class the past few weeks I've been writing poems as I think of lines to start with, I'll post all of them.
By Jon Ziegler
I thought for sure that this much inspiration was surely the precursor to an earth-shaking subject matter. It hadnâ€™t even crossed my mind that I really had no ideas on deck.
A GIRL FRUSTRATED WITH NO SEX.
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Booze Zombie
I am frustrated with me, I rant.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 27, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A shortish poem written about a girl whose ex has come back to try and hook up with her again and she is just expressing her feelings on the matter: as in, never in a million years will I go back to you.
By Odin Roark
Observant memories of an â€˜60sâ€™ inner-city educationâ€”riddled
with obstacles, some of which continue today, especially with the number of frustrated undocumented immigrantsâ€”seem endless.
By Branthaman Z
My Memorial Day solo while everyone else enjoys it
This is about a 15 year old girl by the name of Piper Cyrus whose parents don't care about her. She decides to make a life of her own with her fish swimmy. Read on to find out more. By the way I am not finished with the story yet and I am a terrible speller. The processer I used to make this...
On a night when I couldn't see him.
I wrote this on one of the many nights I was struggling with papers and life as a whole.
By Wasi Abbas
Its a memory of the time usually I feel myself helpless but alive body.