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lost chances in life
Poetry | Updated Sep 22, 2010 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Can you see three moves ahead?
It's about rape.
As ever, I don't want crticism.
I wrote it when my best friend lost a very important person in her life....i love her alot...so this was for her..
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hi I'm Lisa Hicks and I just lost my fucking mind after listen to the song Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold. The funny thing is that I'm seeing demons everywhere - or at least since your not in my shoes you could call it funny.
This is rated PG because there is quite a bit of swearing and twisted...
Short Story | Updated Aug 19, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
After experiencing the dream world, Ariadne has been obsessed with it, trying to get in anyway she can. In her dreams though, she has been seeing Cobb, who is still in Limbo. With the rest of the team, will they save Cobb and get him out of Limbo?
So bare with me because this poem can be a bit confusing.
Basically it is baout a girl who savors in the memories of her past love. And even though it's hurting her to do so, she still holds on to the thoughts of him. She belives no mattter how painful losing him was, without him she would of...
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Risely B Riddled
This is me, my fears and the truths that surround more than just me. I have seen two of my friends die young. My father has abandoned me then returned. I have been thin and model worthy only to become chubby and unsociable. I broke, and this is the result.
Someone close to me actually made this into a song for his band to perform.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
here i sit
waiting for my sentence
afraid to lose my mind again
i will give anything to be free
By Skyler Dee
This is a dream I had recently that kind of scared me. I felt like it would sound beautiful in writing.
'She carried this angelic innocence in that wide smile of hers as she gazed around herself. Easily noticeable, her emotional eyes were for their earthly green and brown hazel. The girl carried a long mane of small ringlets of curls all in different tones of brown, giving her hair a pastel...
Novel | Updated Jul 1, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Written at 2 'o clock in the morning. I always write the most late at night...
I don't know why I wrote this. It poured out of me like my words tend to do.
I had a feisty kitten laying on top of my hands and eating my hair as i typed this.
And I'm terribly sorry about my uploading habbits. I...
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By The Brit Picker
Chasing love is a losing battle.