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Random First Lines:Matt Damen has a past. A past that involves lies, deceit, gangs and death. But how will he cope when that all comes flooding back after 8 years of... » Read
sometimes i don't understand peoples actions, and i, being me, overreact. haha, yay me.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
still lonely... of course. haha.
The day for moving on and 'Leaving Hudson' behind, had arrived. A warm and nostalgic fictionalized memory. Enjoy!
another challenge, i had to write a poem using these given words :Apple,Ale,Ash,Ark,Ask,Ape,Ache,Slippery,Shiver,Snake,Snail,Slime,Slice,Sugar
Hehehe, this is a small poem I made on compulsion. It's just for fun......
Goodbye for good?
Because you love the person too much, or you don'tlove the person enough?
By Dark Skylight
Dont go!Stay just one more day!
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I wrote this about my dad. He was in the Marine Corps for 21 years and I wrote this when he left.
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Kirsten Rain
A poem I had to write for English Class.
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Kitty lives in a dead city.
Yeah, we end up with a lot of stories about Kitty, whenever I'm bored or angry or happy, so you'll probably all see her again. Sorry for any errors, my editor hasn't gotten a chance to see this one. The city is very loosely based on Malton from the game Urban Dead...
By Lady Alanna
A poem about lost love.
By Dark Skylight
When you're leaving the person you love,its hard,but when you're leaving someone you don't love,its not that hard at all.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This time i felt like my friend only depressed me, and..well, i just dont think you can summarize a poem.
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I found out a very important person to me was getting sent away by the military. He also told me all the lies he had said before. And it was too much to handle
Itâ€™s not like counting sheep you donâ€™t fall asleep, instead you watch the hands pass by the numbers until collectively it all becomes a blur. Soon you feel your heart beating in time with them and it becomes an extension of yourself.
Dedication: To all parents! Of daughters and sons!
While digging through some older and forgotten papers, of mine, I came across a poem I must have written in 1998. The year when my son went away to college. 9 years before writing and posting