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By Cain Bleid
Think about something like this
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is a portion from my book; Living the Deception, it comes from the chapter titled "The Delusions"
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 12, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the throws of depression, things usually seem worse than they really are. After one of my favorite actors, Robin Williams, passed away a couple weeks ago, I tried to figure out what would cause such a major misconception of ones life that they would feel compelled to end it all. These lyrics...
My thoughts about love. Is love an illusion?
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 29, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Sara Blake
Some thoughts I'd like to share...
A short poem about.....
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
â€Itâ€™s a dream. After your sixteenth birthday you can do anything for a year because it none of it will be real, it will merely be an illusion. People might tell you that this is reality. Donâ€™t listen to them. In this dream, no one else knows the truth, only you do.â€
He would be happy, but he chose to ignore her...
(This has been inspired by a piece of music 'Adagio for Strings' by Samuel Barber. Recommended that you read whilst listening to that beautiful and heartbreaking piece of music.)
what If the illusion you see is the reality I'm living ?
Short Story | Updated May 3, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Daemon Micks
The arrival of two other members of Stephen's family and their fight against the witches.
Basically expressing how I can feel non existent to the world, especially within my surroundings.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock struck eight, the mouse ran down. Tick, tick, tick. The clock struck nine and the mouse fell down a hole. Tick, tick. The clock struck ten, the mouse did not show. Tick, tick. The clock struck eleven, a little squeak pierced the air. Tick. The clocked struck twelve,...
Dedicated to a dear friend of mine. Please see what's happening to you before it's too late.