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By Robert Kasch
When a single world dies...
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 20, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..
We all have a past, one we try to run from, a past we try to hide from. One anticipation to another the loyalties of death are what becomes us. I wander towards my past because it is me. Watching my brother drown at his young age became my reality, my caution, my future. What I didnâ€™t...
By Haley Choi
A sister's brief letter to whoever is willing to listen.
By Olawale Okunrinboye
Romance that started from a social network site.
FOR OUR SON OLIVER WHO DIED SUDDENLY ON JANUARY 27TH 2004, AGED 29.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Skittles Butterface
A depressing monologue from a distraught and desperate mind.
What is a hero? Is it someone who risks their life for that of another, or is it someone who is completely selfless? What is that which qualifies one to earn this title?
By Taco Dan
This is a monologue (I think), that I created about the subject of sentimentally valued objects and mourning.
The news of a suicide hits a school.
Short Story | Updated Jun 11, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
This poem, for whatever reason, puts me in the mindset of how my Grandma Jane may have felt... She passed away on February 15th, 2013, in her sleep. It also reflects how I feel right now. This is my own extension/inspiration from "Asleep" by The Smiths..
This also briefly uses lyrics from...
By Moira Garcia
Somthing I wrote, Im posting all of my stuff, past and present.
This poem was written in 2000, I did some editing on it and rewrote some of the poem. It's about a man that doesn't have much of anything in life. All he has is a mattress thrown on a dirt floor in a closed in room. But when he falls asleep, he finds a place that no one could ever dream of. I...
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Longing for something to change in one's life. But the change never comes.
Written March 5, 2008. A piece that came to me during the primary presidential elections. Musings.
Short Story | Updated Sep 13, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2