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This is a short poem about a child who knows more about the world then he should. I thought you had to older till they taught you that.
In the future the human race is at war with an alien species and humans are expanding to colonize other worlds.A new colony that only contains 500 residents is wiped out by a virus that was designed to destroy the alien threat. The sole survivor of this massacre is a freshman in highschool that...
Who knew two words could could do so much damage, who knew that two words could leave me with nothing.
Self narated short story of the consequences of breaking up!
Short Story | Updated Oct 12, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This girl i used to like.
Something that I wrote when I snapped out of a daze...
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 10, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jesi Babe
My Aunt Diane was diagnosed with cancer awhile ago. She's hung in longer than we all planed, for she decided not to do chemo or use a new drug that would help the chances of her survival. They caught the cancer very quickly, but she's deciding not to fight it... I think she's scared...We're...
By Ezeh Chibuoke
He died of natural causes
So the word rapidly spreading said
There were no witnesses,
And no need for the coronerâ€™s report
People already knew somehow.
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
By Ella Deschanel
Lyrics for a song called "This Love."
You're awaking my senses
making me ask the reason's why.
Icicles melt within my eyes,
due to the heat of pain.
I relate to this writing on different levels, and I'm sure other people can also. We stand for things in life, society, war, and so many other situations. But what exactly are we standing for?
No more laughter.
No more smiles.
No more loving.
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
who knew this?
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2007 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3