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Things I get called all the time and what I think of them.
Life is short, so live it.
true story poem of my 10 year grudge
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
my views on any wars in history apart from the true warrior gideon that i have ever heard of no innocent blood shed no pure bled or ended up dead while the lay in bed at night holt tight jah gives u might for any rightous fight jason.x..
A Black out and a lonely night, drunk and close to losing your sanity.Those moments are were you face the deepest of your thoughts.Things you do not dare to admit on your paper just flow of you like a wave.
Warning:It may not make sence to anyone but me.
A plea to reconcile
Just something I wrote up it kinda flowed out of me so it might sound a little akward at times.
Hannah isn't like everyone else. She doesn't care about the latest fashions, who happens to be the cutest boy in school, or even if she fails school. She has a different life, a better life. One that keeps her going, yet hinders her in ways she refuses to admit. She's a hunter.
An angel hunter.
Novel | Updated Jun 5, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Reflection on the downsides of life.
Poetry | Updated Apr 14, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ronnie Clearwater thought she was doing good. She was staying out of trouble...until one night she gets busted at a party for underage drinking. Ronnie's mother, Dawn, has had enough of her daughter's rotten attitude and bad behavior. She has threatened Ronnie with sending her away to live with...
A short poem I wrote after watching the film ' The Grudge' or ' Ju On ' .
By Jesi Babe
My Aunt Diane was diagnosed with cancer awhile ago. She's hung in longer than we all planed, for she decided not to do chemo or use a new drug that would help the chances of her survival. They caught the cancer very quickly, but she's deciding not to fight it... I think she's scared...We're...
Oh words oh words, Do flow from me.
Like an endless stream, In a poets dream.