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By Miss Problematic
So theres a guy...and i love him He loves me too. But hes schizophrenic...
It must be hard letting go.
Poetry | Updated Sep 3, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hard life growing up bearly noticed by anybody never fitted in. But being happy through all that is the key to doors you never thought you could open.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote about the beauty that is the act of living. Although life can get tough,and it seems that all of the outcomes and happenings of life are bleak, this poem is my attempt at improving anyone's view on life. Read it on a rainy day, a day of sadness, or even when you are at...
By Stranger In The Corner
a poem for all my friends, you know who you are. this is written for a particular friend. however i am not sure i want her to know who she is.
By Shielah Yuyama
A poem that defines how music affects human emotion positively, especially sadness and melancholy.
This is just about being happy with what you have.
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jane Conner
Her Royal Highness, Duchess Marie is seen throughout the world as a young and graceful woman; what the world will never see or know is the loneliness she feels. Running away on a public relations trip to Paris finds her Cleopatra Missori, forming a friendship and love that was never supposed to be
By Shielah Yuyama
A glimpse of your journey.
Just another poem, no real theme just how I feel.
Poetry | Updated Aug 15, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Never in my life have I ever wanted to write about how much I love someone. With my writing being more on the dark and depressed side, it's amazing to me how Chris inspires me to write about something in the opposite direction, just by being who he is.
By Emera Kat
It all started with people cheering for their baseball team.
There was a thought, and I let just let it flow
In a form of a poem.
After his wife Ariana's tragic death, Matt is determined to prove his love to her despite the face that she is gone forever. Ever since the unforgettable night that occurred only a week ago, his life has been filled with much regrets of hardly being there when she needed him most, and he knows...
The way one likens a best friend may be to a sibling. But what I liken my sister is to a best friend, whose spiritual connection of feelings and shared laughter remains pure and inevitable.
Short Story | Updated Aug 11, 2014 | Reads: 52 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0