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A poem, the beast is a metaphor for mental illnesses ie: depression, eating disorders, anxiety, schizophrenia etc.
For the one who saved me. Thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment your thoughts and criticism. Thanks! :)
By Liam Strong
I seemingly wrote this poem almost on a whim, but then again, all I ever do is just put words on paper and they become a piece of work. So this is a poem about long-distance friendships, or possibly more. I don't like thinking about the
I really have no idea where this nonsence ideas come from. Please take this cookie ---> O ,
to calm yourself after accidentally clicking this link to this bizzare...i don't know what to call it.
OK, so, this took a seriously long time, which is why it's so long. With references to many different topics, it's up to you decide the theme of this poem!
By James Corbett
In a world fulled with evil and chaos, a beacon of hope is hidden... and it is growing to be as a strong child should, and would need to be in such a world. All of the lands both near and far, have fallen to evil in its purist form. What would it be like living in a world that was almost...
That Long Day - My long day from morning till the day passes, what I experience on a day to day basics.
Short Story | Updated Jan 19, 2014 | Reads: 47 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By Alyn King
I used to write a lot of Haiku and other verse under the pen name Elyssa Kae King. I've since changed that to Alyn King. Hope you enjoy my longest Haiku!
Poetry | Updated Jan 15, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
i wrote this poem in 7th grade.
i will never forget the way i thought about love.
its great. but its full of hate.
My name is Julia and I am a self study artist.
Now days I learn the program cinema 4d. A great animation program. while I am studing it I want to promote a little project.
The project is actualy a series of animations not a movie.
My mind is going towards dream
A little dream covers me
I never forget
I never forget my springtime
As I never forget my love
As long as it goes..
Poetry | Updated Dec 21, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
The world today was ruled by a guy who liked to be called the governor. He killed anyone he thought was not pure so the world could be perfect. Each town was surrounded by large walls to ensure that no one came in or out, so all had to have permission to leave or come in. All the people in the...
To my boyfriend of three years....
I miss you baby.
By Skeptic Windego
My good bye to any of the gods who consider me theirs.
Poetry | Updated Dec 8, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0