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The car was my escape
Thoughts from a trail run
This is one of the reasons I write poetry. Escape into the words, so the meaning doesn't seem real..
Poetry | Updated Apr 22, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ally Shark
This is inspired by the song
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
By Ami Brewis
She is unloved. She has no reason to be in this world any more. That's what SHE thinks.. Please comment it's my 1st poetry attempt
"...he watched in agony as his body began to fade away into the darkness..."
This is my second entry to dclovesfd's five sentence contest (season two), round two.
A poem about how memories can help heal your shattered past, but even perfect days can end in rain.
Poetry | Updated Apr 16, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A simple flashback to one of the better nights of my life thus far.
Short Story | Updated Apr 14, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Emma Carthway is a graduated senior on the run. Memories of the recent past and long ago occupy her on this cold, dark night. Thoughts of her relationship with best friend and secret love interest, Oliver Moore, is constantly with her on her journey. Was this really a good decision? Will she...
Warning! There will be homosexual things so if you are against homosexual or anything that differentiates from heterosexual (straight: guy and girl), DON'T READ OVER HALF OF MY WORK!!!!! Tyler gets stalked. A lot. His world gets shaken up when he discovers his nameless stalker.
Every year my mother would take me and my sisters to Cali to visit family.
By Josephina Ferrer
Louisa was my grandma, sort of. She taught me so many things that I would only come to fully understand later. And she was a great story teller. Set back in the old neighborhood where I remember how things were before the hipsters.
old love reborn
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes an individual witnesses or experiences an event that pushes them too hard. It holds a person back from taking a chance in the future, to save themeselves from the risk of pain.
I wrote this poem originally (or attempted to) in Urdu. Feel free to correct any mistakes in my Urdu...