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"...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: 7 | 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: 26 | 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...
Every year my mother would take me and my sisters to Cali to visit family.
old love reborn
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2014 | Reads: 10 | 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...
why think when life could be so simple (hatredisky_ii_contest)
In this poem "he" is the narrator's memories.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This is kind of how i feel.. though i'm not suicidal, or depressed. well maybe a from of slight depression thought i don't know it or just don't want to admit it.
Anyways, hope you like it.
when you love someone but it's the wrong kind.. so the feelings you have are wrong.. you shouldn't have them to begin with.. but it's too late.
Poetry | Updated Mar 30, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem about that special teen that we all remember and cherish in our hearts, My he/she be our best friend, or a grand love. We will always miss them.
â€œThis is the story of why you left.
But it is also the story of how I found myself.â€
Carter Scott leaves town on a sunny Sunday morning, abandoning Jane, his girlfriend of almost two years. Jane is left to deal with the aftermath of Carterâ€™s absence and piece together the...
This is the hardest piece I have ever written, and I think after you read this you will understand why. I think, rather than summarizing it, this poem should speak for itself.