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This is something I decided to make...it's just a thought but by all means, this is one of my most emotional writings yet. If you are feeling like the beginning of this, hopefully my words can inspire you to become better.
This is about those times you feel that life's just crushing you. Life is just besting you. You try to get out make choices of standing up. but you struggle and you fight. We all get those times and I had a couple of those times this year.
Poetry | Updated Dec 12, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Israel V
Life without God is meaningless, no matter how influential, powerful and able we may be, without Him it is a waste.
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These are testing times
Poetry | Updated Dec 11, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Will Veazey
In this short story I decided to write about my theory for why sin had to be I'm the world, why there can't just be good.
The harder I dig to find myself
I realize I'm just an empty shelf
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By Skeptic Windego
Why if I died tomorrow I would die without regret, happy with my decisions, all because of a special lady I once met.
By Semyon White
An undiagnosed diabetic and mild mannered bank manager struggles with his symptoms, his weight and late night ice cream cravings. In the midst of a low blood sugar episode, he encounters a dangerous masked man attempting to rob customers in an ATM vestibule in his neighborhood.
By Semyon White
Three friends in New York City struggle with fidelity and other issues in their relationships with women. Dialogue driven, episodic, frank and explicit, it follows each man's choices, mistakes and explorations with the opposite sex.
Seamus Gilley may be the last of the little black book...
Detailing one evening's commute home from a late shift at work. For city-dwellers, the bus is reliably a strange place to spend time. Inspired by David Foster Wallace's style.
By Shadowed Awakening
just a vent i may edit or add to it sometime but it's been in my head for days
A short poem that I wrote in a cafe
Poetry | Updated Dec 11, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I even don't know you remember me or not but you are still in my soul
I really respect you a lot
Another poem to make up for my lack of posts.
I haven't written in a while, but I feel now is a good time as any. I am currently going through an emotional breakdown, but I hope everyone enjoys.
Poetry | Updated Dec 11, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0