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About a person who is cursed to live endless lives which end violently and painfully.
This poem is another unique poem about enjoying your day and never thinking too much what tomorrow will bring. Each day is different, we never know what will happen from one day to the next. Enjoy your day and we will see what will happen tomorrow, cheers!
Poetry | Updated Jul 18, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Bryant,Eddie,Javi and Travis are four average teenagers. High-school, Girls, and obsessed with the video game Halo. But they could have never imagined that the very skills they have learned while playing The game would be used to save all mankind! While in High school, an Alien Species have...
An introduction to a series of essays written for the Metalhelm (hence the voice). The series presents stories on my adventures in Israel and present my view on the Middle-East conflict.
By Frenzee Da Rebel
Memories can be a powerful thing
about holding someone and keeping them safe.
Inspired by a question from a friend and a thought from the internet. For the judged- never allow others to make you feel any less wonderful than you really are :) Feedback of any sort is much appreciated and I hope that if you like this, you will check out my other poems as well :D Thanks for...
Can 10 Pills really change your life forever?
The Top 10 Songs of the week, as brought to you by myself, Shane O'Sullivan.Please remember that I do not own these songs, and all rights belong to the original owners. The "audio" to the song is the #1 song. Sorry last week that I hadn't done that.
Just a quick few lines i wrote the other day :)
We never realize the importance of a moment until it becomes a memory...
It's actually a song.
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This is just a short story I wrote months ago, relating to someone I know. She asked me kindly to write about a painful memory and let her read over it. Everyone has enjoyed it so much I wish to share with everyone else, with the girl's consent.
Two years is a long time to keep yourself what you are.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2