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This poem is for every person who was cheated by the ones they thought they loved.
What happens whenever I see the one I love.
Alice, is betrayed by her best friend Jake. She is so heart broken she tries to commit suicide, but something un-expected happens that she would have never guest in her wildest dreams.
A mysterious race of demons known as Druj. A girl taken as a pet to the Queen as an infant. A fate uncompromisable to her, and utterly life-altering.
Growing up in the world of the Druj, Lilya knows nothing of life as a human, considering herself like an animal, after all, how could she be one...
By Sophie Todd
A story in six sentences, from 7th grade. Enjoy :)
What would make you admit?
By Cosmic Crow
A poem of death decided by the elite, this poem take a look at both sides, and the hypocrisy in todays society. We all turn a blind eye at times.
PUT UR LIPS ON MINES
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fictional poem about a hidden love between two characters called Harry and Ivy (from my novel, Lonley Spirit)
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Well this is a Fictional story of the Non Fictional Love of my life hopefully one day we do all of this :)
By Eileen Mcguinness
How many of you have been on good,bad and indifferent Blind Dates?.I used to laugh at the joke my friends often played on me when setting me up with dates in my teens.I often said "They would have to be blind and have a stick to want to go out with me,even the blind school wouldn't give me a...
A busy mouth!!
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 6, 2011 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I Love Her not just her lips, not just her eyes, its not about just her big heart. but its about her.
this is a color poem I am the color of cheeks when he calls you beautiful
I am the chirpy cardinal in the summer breeze
I am your favorite pair of shoes
I am your pursed lips when you disagree
I am the sign at the end of the street
I am his scowl of unrefined hate
I am his fist after he hits...
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0