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Poem I wrote last year about my mother.
Poem for a dead friend of mine :/
This is the reason for my profile picture. My picture is of a tattoo on my left forearm. Makayla is my girlfriend/fiance, and Machelle is her mother. Makayla had a miscarriage on January 15th.
By Reveal Me Not
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem meant to illustrate the struggle that youths face in trying to balance their own decisions with the expectations of their superiors. It depicts the issues of responsibility and maturity.
This is a tale of three boys, and three girls and how, one Halloween, they meet at a party. This night, each follows their own path, based on their preconceptions of maturity. Some see it as sex, others as connecting. Tonight, their different attitudes will come to light in ways never thought...
By Ca Ross
A joy put into metaphor.
Poetry | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is a poem I wrote recently.
It is mainly about the three stages of life: youth, maturity, and adulthood.
I named it "Stairways" because I like my titles to be ambiguous. I see life like a stairway in that there are many levels, as characteristic of a stairwell.
A story of a young Mormon boy struggling with mental illness and self-identity.
By Ian Darche
Gwendolyn and her friend, Megan, run away from home and set off from the deep south heading north, and seeing all that the world offers along the way. They will encounter good, and bad, and must make their way through the maze of confusion and manipulation in order to arrive at their destination.
By Greg Stevens
A lesson on life from two children who grow to adulthood.
About High School
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
The policeman rides motorcycles in the night
not really muffled
on rainy city streets
roaring reving - silver chrome softly glowing
under traffic lights red or green
pulsing starting again after stalls
By Robin Lee
you're used up
And nobody can tell
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2