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By Gaea Killarny
The feeling of hurt, in many aspects. The feeling of one's words or fists.
Poetry | Updated Sep 22, 2015 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
When you die, Iâ€™ll remember you
Like old album pages
Like childhood memories
Poetry | Updated Sep 21, 2015 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
I'm just a girl with beautiful sad green eyes
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this when I was 17. I was crushin' on several girls at the time and since I never I had first love I was kinda creating this image of the perfect girl in my head at the time. I didn't know what I 1st love was until I was 27. Regardless I was inspired me to write this...
By Ted Gerard
I wrote this poem for my mother. Christmas 2003.
By Desiring Sunrises
I realized I hadn't posted on this site in a long while. So, I've decided to do so today.
This poem was inspired after listening to the song, "Mean Sleep" by Van Hunt and Nikka Costa. The words in parentheses are lyrics from the song.
I'm not sure what to say about it. You just have to read it
Poetry | Updated Sep 15, 2015 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My version of What I Didn't Say by 5 Seconds of Summer.
What I feel for Him.
Short Story | Updated Sep 11, 2015 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Well... It's true.. Waiting is bs... I think I should give up.
Poetry | Updated Sep 11, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I think of this only, when i feel lonely.
I think of you and only you...
He wasn't a beautiful boy. But he had been the closest thing that you were ever going to know.
By Crow Of Light
There are just those moments when you are trapped in a cycle that seems that it can never be broken, when the mistress of the addiction has a firm hold on you, well this poem reflects my addicted mistress.
By Willoughby Blair
A little collection of confessions inspired by songs.
Honey, Come -> Yvette Ar'dhair hadn't been feeling like this for terribly long, but she had come to terms with it. The least that Dox could do was return her affections, dammit, but no; she's too busy running around with the Ostwald boy, and...
We only hurt the ones we love, then we cry, we regret.
And then we understand it's too late.