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If i said that sometimes beautiful things are caused by sadness would you understand? That sometimes we many only truly appreciate what has been given if it has been lost... Some situations can only be understood through suffering , then we realize how beautiful and meaningful it was. There is...
By Isabelle Blossom
I want to write freely that come to my mind.
Poetry | Updated Feb 25, 2014 | Reads: 39 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Skeptic Windego
The way we are all oppressed by the presence of time. The agony of watching the hour strike, and the terror of hearing the bell chime.
By Vibrant Viola
All people get feelings of depression. All people have a time of feeling dull and unimportant in their life..
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
ItÂ´s a short writing evoking a lost love in a way of poetry or a ballad lyrics.
A tale of forbidden love. Inspired by a true story.
This is the worlds shortest horror story by my opinion. Like, Comment And Fan. I have more stuff coming up.
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Dustin and Gianna have always dreamed of having a baby and starting a family of their own. What happens when disaster comes knocking at their door...
This is for a contest.
(This is for a poetry contest I am doing for josephwdonica. The words are not mine, they are from songs and artists I love. All rights go to them. Thank you. xoxo)
By Jax Franklin
Lost love - Regret
Poetry | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Brittany Kaiser
"How could I let this happen? What is happening to me? Am I dead or alive?" Tracey is a 16 year old normal girl, happy and is loved by her parents. She had friends, her smile blew away everybody; till the day her father died. Her smile was smeared, her self image changed from darkness that once...
taken from my book,
We each have our own devils, we just learn to entertain some of them
By Wastland Shadows
Set me free,
Or chain me down,
I will always wear my invisible crown,
Poetry | Updated Feb 16, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0