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By Cain Bleid
Think about sadness when you laugh
A poem about booksie comments. Tell me that you don't feel this way everytime you click the orange box, tell me!
Poetry | Updated Oct 15, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Is this the beginning, or the beginning of the end?
From the day Anna was born, until her sixteenth birthday, she had been under the government's protection. To her it seemed just like a punishment for nothing, but was it really? Or was it something else? Something dangerous and deadly? As she travels through life, she experiences teen life for...
By Krash Knovel
one of my favorite places to be is on stage in the theatre. The definition of Theatre is a seeing place and I've always loved that all though I feel the theatre is a place we do far more than just see.
Poetry | Updated Oct 3, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Everyone makes promises of how they can show you happiness. Well, there's only one true source to happiness and this short article takes a look at that path.
Who doesn't love the freedom?
Almost everyone would love to be free and independent. In this modern world people are more independent and love to do everything as per their wish, nobody would ever like if their independence is hampered by anyone.
But what if you are freedom is taken for a day?
what do you think about life
i think of a leaf today
tell me if u like this :)))
This is a poem that I just jotted down in about a minute. This is about self harm and depression, so PLEASE do NOT read if you are easily triggered by these types of things, as this might be a triggering poem. This came from the heart, and i'd like to know what you think about it in the comments...
About a son that takes time and appropriate his father and cherish the memories of his father.
Not for the Hungry, or those who don't like fruit! From the compilation "Marionville".
True love holds out over tragedy. A good sense of humor and attraction can over come many things. Including the wreck of the day that last thirty years later.
"Orange. Nothing rhymes with orange." I see that statement as a challenge. This is a poem I wrote about the color orange and how it inspires thoughts radiating from the deepest depths of your creative reserves.
Death is a new life, wondering how it would be.dsdd
Short Story | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Trying to make your way through life being invisible doesn't always work.
something Pheonix Masters finds out the hard way.
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Novel | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1