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Violent behavior. Short happiness. The sting. The numbness. The manic mood swings. The end.
By Nineteen Eighty Three
A description of my depression, but not whiny.
Poetry | Updated Mar 16, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
a poem about feeling numb and alone.
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2012 | Reads: 232 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
FICTION: My parents invited me for lunch... But when I got there I found them dead, hanging by their own lives thread. What will happen next?
Hope you all enjoy this one:) it's a work it progress. Xo.
i didnt know what title to give it so i just put the same title i used to save it. needed to get stuff off my chest so here it is.
Alice, is betrayed by her best friend Jake. She is so heart broken she tries to commit suicide, but something un-expected happens that she would have never guest in her wildest dreams.
lyrics that reverberate through my mind...
Poetry | Updated Feb 12, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
a story of a family being dragged into a war of a diffrent wold, one day while geting read for school Nicki and her family are visted by a stange man wearing a mask. and they all pass out. When they awake Nicki is shocked to find herself alone in a starnge world. The starnge man tell her that...
I wrote this as I lay awake one night, all night. Completely unable to sleep. I give it to you now, enjoy it readers. =] x
By Ian Dawn
I am stuck with this returning theme of being stuck in madness
numb inside thyself
Poetry | Updated Jan 6, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Stormy Aura Llewellyn
At a suggestion from a good friend, I decided to just write a poem with minimal editing. As you can tell, I'm feeling a tad blue of late. So, here goes an attempt at organic, raw, emotive poetry.
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Written on reflection of the old year passing and the dawning of a new year. A poignant reflection of the struggle to unshackled ourselves from the chains of our past.
I wrote this a couple of years ago.
Poetry | Updated Nov 30, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0