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By Marvel Gumshoe
Guilt can be a paralysing force
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Lobbing mar in the face of Odium
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The consequences of cheating on a loved one carelessly.
Poetry | Updated May 17, 2007 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 5
This is a poem based on something that happened to someone very dear to me--his true love was killed in a devestating car crash, and this describes his feelings afterwards. This poem is for anyone who has lost someone dear to them.
Well, I am not the greatest poet to begin with, but I wrote this poem and some people said it was good. It doesn't rhyme and it has no particular poetic form. But it isn't a novel or short story either and there are many examples of symbolism in it. So yeah, hope you enjoy it for what its worth....
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
a guilty concience never relents...
Poetry | Updated Apr 19, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
I sometime like the rest of you hate the life I live so this is what showers in failure is trying to express.
Poetry | Updated Mar 7, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Robin Swart
The thing that hurts most relationships - Jealousy linked with guilt, the two most powerful enemies of happy relationships
By Byron Quinn
Sometimesfear is all that is left behind, it feeds us, guides us, rules us
By Sanderland Lewis4
This story is an exploration of the nature of guilt and its affects on people. The story is about a man who murders his wife and discovers that guilt can take a tangible form.
Short Story | Updated Feb 2, 2007 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Tyrone Slade
Somethings can not be named
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Tyrone Slade
A poem about my Hopes.
Poetry | Updated Dec 17, 2006 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I was just a teenager who discovered a friends secret that was too terrible for me to comprehend. She made me promise not to tell a soul. I didn't, but I couldn't keep it to myself. It was the first poem I ever wrote.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2006 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My mother had passed away many years ago.
She was my best friend, she was what I knew as home.
Her abscence often leaves me lost and lonely.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2006 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0