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Saturday, December 7, 2013
Of a Feather
Anyone who reads this book that also suffers from ornithophobia will probably not want to leave... » Read
about holding someone and keeping them safe.
By Liam Strong
Some thoughts of mine. I couldn't think of a poem to write so this is what I ended up with. I would love lots of commentary and questions and criticism...don't be stingy with it, and don't just write one line. Thanks and enjoy! :)
A girl named Sara, meets Justin Bieber and this is her story on what happens.
It started with an image. Something that she dreamed about, that she saw inside her head. Drawn to it, she painted it across her bedroom wall, lost within the terrifying pull of the image.
From that moment on her life changes in more drastic ways than she ever could have imagined. Trapped...
By Psychosis The Tormented
Is a poem that is my lifes riddle and does not rhyme ,it goes against the nature of things and is really just a reflection.
Poetry | Updated Jul 2, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
about saying goodbye.
By Crow Of Light
as life slips through our fingers inevitably, I wrote this poem with many different meanings of life you pick which one you want to see it as.
Random thoughts during late nights. About the fear of falling in love. Please, feel free to leave any feedback or comments :) Any would be appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece :D Thanks for reading! :)
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).
By Arriel Thomas
This was something I randomly came up with.It has no true meaning but I hope you like it.
Breaking on a broken past, Zac, Isaac, and Taylor Hanson must look deep within themselves and travel back in time to the past to undo an event that should never have been...and a past that should never have been uncovered. When something goes awry however, and the past is forced back into the...
Some girl who needs some help.
Short Story | Updated Jun 26, 2013 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
taken from my book,
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
By Karla Paredes
Hello, to everyone reading this. My name is Clara Smith, or at least today it is. I'm going to tell you what happened to me when I was 16years old, I would say it has changed my life, but that would mean it is actually mine.