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taken from my book, "In The Sand Traps Of Desire"
By Emmet Braun
I was back in New York City and accidentally got dosed with drugs at a rave party-the events after will probably shock you
This is a poem of my reflection of my youth gone by. It is a poem that brings out the true human aspects of lust, sex and how we reminisce about these things, things of our youth.
the night sky is the man the northern lights is the woman marry them together and you have a night sky of dancing light.
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Annarose 86
A point that I hope will soon come true for me
By Evangelina Samuell
It was Christmas night when I witnessed my first murder. . . and a murder that taught me about courtesy.
Ryan, Michael, Eric and Brennan get drunk and intimate one night and Ethan attempts to re-establish himself on the dating scene
By Liam Strong
This story is for Booksie's Got Talent! My "topic" was to base my story off a picture I chose, and I got what looked like holiday lights... so be wary, the theme does come in, but not till later in the story. Enjoy! (Also, if you can think of a better title, I really don't like this one much at...
the meeting between ex-lovers on a rainy night.
few words are exchanged, much is said.
So last year I was put into a program called Teen Court for a misdemeanor. There were a few things we had to do, & one of the assignments involved depicting a teenage criminal's story in a creative way. I decided to write a poem. It is based of an article about some kids who stole a car and it...
Just another day.
By Little Moon
Alcohol and bright lights
Broken hearts and black night
Sins and tears
Mistakes with beer
Drink till you forget
All the days you've regret
My name is female subject Y. my real name is Sunset, though it docent matter anyway. I was selected at birth for the subject program of operation Fracture, the first successful subject. I'd never expected my life to turn out this why but hey, who would? all I know now is that if I wasn't to hang...
By Angie Blake
When a small game of Truth or Dare reveals a dirty, dark, untold secret and a murder.
By Zayn Ul Abidin
Another try at a haiku based on a magnificent night.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2