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A poem about memories of someone who was loved.
Poetry | Updated Sep 28, 2012 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Clive Fitzgerald
The longing for life and happiness.
Living on the razors edge, Giselle Burgman's life is torn apart by her cheating boyfriend. Little does she realise that he is the least of her worries when her long term friend Alex introduces her to his family and a new, darker world. A world of lies, deceit and corruption. Thrown from one...
A short story written in the writing style of Katherine Mansfield (if you don't know who she is, I suggest you read some of her stuff, it's amazing) this is an obsure story, and one that I found very sad to write. A little girl has lost both of her parents and is in serious denial. it's set...
This poem was originally written for a contest.
This was written in the year 2010 when I was disturbed by the amount of evil we are surrounded by and how much of it we cannot protect others especially the young from.
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Basic summary of nostalgic feelings towards another.
Poetry | Updated Aug 17, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 1
By Jennifer Brighton
Jane is so sweet, it's sickening.
The world is a twisted place, sadly, Eileen Rhodes finds that out the hard way. The ghosts of a reasonabky normal past can come back to haunt you...But who can she trust? Who can she tell? Looks can be decieving...
Here is a poem about innocence lost. I was almost raped a few weeks ago and even though it did not happen I still feel that my innocence was stripped away from me in a few short moments. Here are my thoughts.
By John Kok
A poem about lve and tenderness
Poetry | Updated Jul 30, 2012 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The last night of a virgin before she's murdered - a deceptive
By Diana Christina
"The bed sheets saw Cambry grow up like voyeurs and wallflowers: masochistically and sadistically."