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We always said this could never happen. But here we are about to cross that line
By Frankie Frost
Dirt weighs heavy upon my breath,
Sweet oblivion, I welcome death.
Poetry | Updated Jul 31, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
8 months of torture, 8 months of abuse, 8 months of tears, 8 months of destruction. This is my story, a story of strength and betrayal, and a story of recovery. ALL OF THIS STORY IS TRUE.
This is a poem I wrote when I was in a dark time in my life.
Poetry | Updated Jul 28, 2014 | Reads: 49 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I find myself reflecting on my life, trying to heal!!
Leah Vaughan has an awful past, that she wants to keep in the past, but her parents just wont let her forget.
When she finally decides to pack her bags and start a new life in America, will she be able to re-create herself as the new and improved Ash?
Or will the memories come back to...
Lies. Rumors. Love. True fucking love. But what happens when the love of Cassandra's life leaves her to defend herself against the ruthless Varek? Will Ty come back to save her? Or will the lie she kept for so long keep him away?
The days that passed brings clouds of fear into our hearts, the days that go by cripples us at heart and mind.......shadowing the happiness n light that hovers over us...Healing needs time yet it comes...
I can't help but to wonder what you are thinking.
By Devin Williamson
In a world where chivalry is said to be dead. One man tries to revive this ancient form of gentlemen.
Not one of my best works, but true to me all the same
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Free Writing: Accepting the fact, love isn't for me. Not that I don't want love, it's just I've tried, it's never has worked. I don't usually give up on things, but I can't deal with being hurt.
Just Free Writing~ Putting it on paper, I'm just admitting I lost in the love game.
By Sara Battaglia
Sometimes I can't help the dark thoughts about myself. What am I?