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Into the pride
To die is one thing, but to live and stay away from the ones you love is what makes all the suffering worse; it is like being alive, deep inside death itself.
The Dream Makers LLC
By: Sam Darwish
About a person who is cursed to live endless lives which end violently and painfully.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
Suicide is not something minor nor is a phase.
Everyone has thought about this at least once.
Everyone has looked over the glorious section of there life to stare at the lack in their life from time to time.
Yet some people can't see the joy and importance of there life some people can't simply...
By Prof Madhav Sarkunde
Now I am in a good position. Both of us, my wife and me, are employees and earning well enough to live happily. However, we do not feel happy in the sense of that purity of happiness we had had in our old village. Anyway, along with these memories of happiness, I think that I must tell the...
By Rajan Thapaliya
Who has seen the god ?
Neither I nor you
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rajan Thapaliya
Tears was falling down
Your love became lie
Time to say good bye
Neither do I live nor do I die
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
You travel in eternal darkness hearing a very odd noise that keep getting louder but what happens when you see the light.
This poem is about someone special.. While writing on the net I've met several people and found several relationships, one special relationship makes me muse like it was yesterday still at this very, very day today.
A Story Of A Boy Who Is Put Into An Asylum.
The Humour Is Rather Rough.
If Anything Offends You, Don't Bother Commenting.
Don't Stereotype In Your Comments.
This Was Written By A Girl, Well Done Geniuses.
By Ezeh Chibuoke
I'll cry and I'll cry
But I' don't know why
Yet I know not what I feel
I don't feel
And I know when
When my satiety is overwhelmed