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when you are gone you somehow make me feel so small
when you lose someone you love its like losing a part of you a piece that was attached to you
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Vampire Slayer
A poem I wrote when I was in high school
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Every single time I write a letter, I scorn myself for even thinking about him. I force myself to remember the pain he caused me. He would never read the letters anyway. So then why did I continue to write them and send them? I don't know, I think it was part of the healing process. Letting out...
A little poem about how I feel at this moment in my life
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Selene Arghans
Words pouring from my soul, a time of great happiness and sadness.
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Majestic Poet
Liam Cavanaugh Is A Lawyer Who Just Got His Job and Life Together. An Unexpected Murder Occurs And Its Up To Him To Defend The Unlikely Suspect.
I can't get him out of my head
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
One of my nights
One of my struggles
Kate was taken from her family as a kid, and nearly sold off, when a mysterious boy named En saves her by slaughtering everyone at the auction. A few years later she becomes a world renown detective just to find her savior. She soon learns that he is in love with someone else, but that doesn't...
how it used to be
Poetry | Updated Nov 12, 2014 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
When your in a dark hole remember there are people just like you.
Poetry | Updated Nov 11, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you ask this is my anwser
When Jeremy was turned into a werepanther he was looked at with hate and disgust by his family. Always being called ugly and a monster. He believed them. Why wouldn't he.
Now, as if live wasn't bad enough, he is being taken to the castle of the most powerful royal vampire clan. What could they...
By L J Geers
A poem about being played.
Poetry | Updated Nov 2, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0