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She is not sure what would hurt more, continuing to hold on or letting go.
By Jove Tyson
A short story of nostalgia based around the inevitable twister of love & death
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2015 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Jay Callaghan
Possible questions of falling leaves.
Poetry | Updated Oct 31, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short poem I wrote about suicide, and the immediate effects it has on everyone around you. If you or someone are considering suicide, get help fast; There will always be someone willing to talk.Just remember, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Without further ado,...
A teen girl works in her dad's pharmacy one day in 1959--thinking about boys, dealing with the changes in the community, and doing her job--until a strange development makes this no ordinary day.
By Lasha Freed
Missing the days when we were young and without a clue.
By Russ Hammond
Nirvana and vinyl.
Poetry | Updated Aug 19, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this after feeling very betrayed by a group of my closest friends. Although it's meant to be written to a group of people, I figured it would be more meaningful if it was written as though I was speaking to someone after a romantic fallout.
Logan has never been able to fully recover from the death of his wife, Karina. Shutting himself away from the world has been his only successful attempt at escaping the pain. That is, until Jennifer shows up. Beautiful, energetic, and spirited, Jennifer makes it more than clear that sheâ€™s...
Novel | Updated Jun 25, 2014 | Reads: 75 | Comments: 10 | Likes: 11
A War has completely ruined the earth. The days after the war are very gloomy as it has changed the lives of all- by causing harm and disturbance to others. War is only because of the problems of man, not by the various elements of nature but only by man. When I pass my Native Land, I can only...
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ujjwal Basumatary
A poem about two friends who grew old. The two are seperated. One of them narrates about their friendship.
Poetry | Updated Jun 14, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I have recently moved, and I was feeling homesick at the time, so I decided to write this.To be honest this is my first attempt to write an Actual poem, so please let me know if I did okay.
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Now middle-aged, the world's first scientifically documented virgin-born baby sets about to write out his life story in a last effort to make sense of his disappointing, yet incredible existence.
A really old poem about nostalgia and missing and missing an old friend that left me when I needed him most.
Bored in class