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The writing I create is what builds in my mind throughout the day, lately it has been a particular person, who I have wild feelings for, and so I express them through words, mostly because they confuse me, partially because I know others have similar feelings, caught in the same mess, in mind...
By Melanie Culver
This poem is for you.
Poetry | Updated Aug 10, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 9
What it feels like when oppsites truly attract. Brought to you by my current bout of depression. Enjoy!
The subject of this poem is about why a father is kidnapping his own daughter.
Poetry | Updated Aug 9, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jeff Bezaire
Pain and loss give birth to the next chapter in life.
My first ever poem. About a candles light running low and darkness ready to consume it.
I began a social experiment today, 8/2/15, and this was day one. This will be a 15 day minimum social experiment on my family.
Article | Updated Aug 2, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Searching for light at the end of a dark tunnel.
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Ted Gerard
You ever get tired of always being the good guy?
By Shielah Yuyama
Not his loss, but you do.
This is the tale of the lasts, but what about the firsts? In the shadow of humanityâ€™s last chance, everything before means nothing unless the three are found.
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 8
Wondering what it would be like to commit suicide started this story. Since I'm obviously not suicidal, the ending takes a sharp turn. Sorry if it doesn't seem entirely realistic, or if I've rated it wrong. Enjoy!
A poetry compilation of hope, love, fear, heartache, madness, beginnings, endings, and understanding.
Listed titles in order:
Raspberries and Guns
Single White Rose
She Who Lies in the Mirror
The Woman in Red
This is a little story about the tough time my mom and I went through while she was being diagnosed. A lot of the feelings I expressed in this short story were things I kept to myself. However since this was a school project I had to let my mom proof read it to make sure she was ok with all that...
Short Story | Updated Jul 25, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1