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By Allie Apathy
This is about why I write, and how I wish to understand others and their point of view through their writing.
By Peter Amaral
Those shallow people who try to ride through life on looks or appearances are really empty and dead inside - this is why they are just like a sepulcher.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
at school, trying to talk to this girl
Poetry | Updated Sep 22, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Some poetry and text
It's that hollow feeling inside...
After a truly challenging week to say the least I have come out the other side raw, but I know that I will be healed after this life can be so soul destroying at times and the truth is hard to bare but thanks to a friend I have seen the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
â€œHi, Iâ€™m Taylor, Iâ€™m 23 Years Old And Iâ€™ve Seen Countless People Dieâ€
The Institute Is A Medical Hell. Set In 2010, Recent Times, Humans Are Experimented On To Search For New Medical Break-Through. The Institute Was Abandoned By The Government In 2008 And Since...
this poem is one i wrote for english class, that to me is somewhat personal about and in my life. Feel free, if you like it or love it, to leave comments and even print to have your own copy if you like! thank you! :)
By Stratus Tenant
A story of how a mans life does a complete about face as he walks into a bookstore and happens on an event that shows him what to believe in.
By Silver Wings
When I wrote this I felt very alone and in a very dark place: I felt there was no-one to turn to or get help from. I felt as though it didn't matter how much I tried I was invisible
By Silver Wings
I spent 12 months with a therapist who decided to retire. I was devastated when I had to finish up as I had spoken my heart to this person and she was the only person in the world who knew of what I had told her. I felt very alone and left back by myself to defend mysef in the big wide world...
By Francis Berryman
this is a poem about the breaking of the soul. In a way it is a fear of mine, that this should happen to me.
The Darkness (1993-1994)
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
How alot of people feel.
Poetry | Updated Sep 7, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was in the hospital room my great grandmother was staying in (No she didn't die, she got better.) And while my mom was talking to her I was looking out the window, and this poem came to me. :) Enjoy!