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It's never easy to leave a loved one, but sometimes it just has to be done..
By Midnight Cat Lonely Child
a series of Letters for each day- something between a short story and a poetry
at some point we all leave our familiar surroundings, our friends our situation, but staying in contact doesn't always happen, certainly didn't with most people when I left school (college)
Its the first chapter with more to come. A twist of fate as these two very different lives colide read about Henry and Sebastian's first meeting here and now.
By Serena Smith
This is about a boy that I never thought I would fall for, but I did and it was too late.
Last night was pretty heavy, I am posting this the night after as I feel like it speaks for itself, enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
It's about a succubus, demon hunters and a young girl becoming a woman of sorts...
about a girl I know...
By Andre Brillon
It's coming to terms with a bad relationship
Poetry | Updated Apr 22, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The friends are all bored and have nothing to do. So they have made being bored into a contest to see who can be bored the longest.
Fading from memory after death
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Gabrielle Kinnish
i'm gonna sit right here on the edge of this pier and watch the sunset disappear
and drink a beer~luke bryan drink a beer
this is for my grandmother who passed away february 26,2014. this poem was written that day. i kept hearing this song after she died.if you havent heard it then listen...
This is set in viewpoint of the man that left Miss Havisham (Great Expectations-Charles Dickens)explaining why he left her on their wedding day.
White, itâ€™s the color of innocence, peace, hope. But even white's innocence, over time, is dirtied and destroyed by human nature.
By Gabrielle Kinnish
This is for Daniel reidys dark poetry contest.
For me this is real.was a major part of my life.in some ways it still is.