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By We All Fall Down
Athor's life is about to change, as he approaches the two-year anniversary of his father's death. He has never been social, but now he has isolated himself completely. Grades plummeting, friendships collapsing... Athor just can't handle it all. But all this is about to change, when he hits the...
I'm not really aware how to describe this other than, Its the first thing that came to mind and I just wrote it.
By Juli Monat
Use your imagination.
Poetry | Updated Nov 6, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about a girl who wants to escape life, but wants to do it on her own terms, and once it's happening against her will, she's afraid.
An inside look at the panic of drowning.
Story about parents' love to their son.
Short Story | Updated Nov 24, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Katherine Russell
This is the opening poem to my chapbook, "Shapes of Water." The collection of poems explores coming of age with cystic fibrosis in a poetry-memoir approach. It opens with a description of feelings after a lung transplant, then reflects on life growing up with the disease that led to that moment.
Trying my hand at rhyming a little better, I just came up with this poem dedicated to people who have suffered terrible pains, and to the people that consider even breathing an almost impossible and painful task at times.
By Eileen Mcguinness
Smoking causes cancer and other respiratory diseases which is why many people are now quitting this filthy habit.In the good old days when movie stars promoted smoking everyone thought it was cool to follow.If you value your health and want to live longer then it might be a good idea to quit...
About losing someone that I love. To whom who killed him, I have no words of hate. I just wish he was still alive.
By Joseph Kittell
have you ever day dreamed
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
By Damon Kafka
Wrote this yesterday, not much too it.
This is similar to a free verse poem, but more proselike. It doesn't really have a plot, though.