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For him :) For the risks. For time. For the dare :P Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when time has passed and all that there's left of me will be my aching soul? Please, feel free to comment what you think and on how I am able to improve my...
By Michael Anaokar
Part of how I view my self
I'm going to be honest, I've been suicidal lately, and this is my way of coping with it. I won't ever do it, because I have a lot to live for and I have plans for my future, but depression isn't something that you can just shut off. If you're feeling suicidal or know somebody that is call the...
As Angie Noam finally moves out from her parents house, she has to deal with problems she never thought she would have to deal with again. Living in captivity meant that she never understood the world, she lived in and now a new creature threatens to proove that she still doesn't.
A random beach poem from last time's beach bumming experience!
By Luna Hayes
The ocean has a cleansing effect on the body and mind .
The last brief thoughts, before a person is drown. Showing the chain of thoughts becoming irrational in a disturbing, subtle manner.
The ocean and it's beauty
Short Story | Updated Apr 24, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
well today is earth day!
From father to father, from generation to generation, since the dawn of time it seemed, they shared a same gene pool: to be sailor. Some said he was a pirate, and perhaps this was true in the background, but if he had never approached a ship sailing on the water, he had however looted more than...
Short Story | Updated Apr 21, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Darkness Is My Light
Theodora makes a familiar trip to her friend Jack's cabin that's on the water with his trusty pal Cowboy a loyal lab mix. What was supposed to be just a get away weekend turns into something more? They find themselves in an unexpected predicament when the tides take them out further than...
Everyone has secrets. Everyone wants to keep theirs hidden. Im sure you will be able to make this poem about your own secrets
Everyone is encaptured by something very beautiful, and its hard to leave. When it is time though, you have to move on because eventually everyone does.
I love the full moon, as I lay in bed one moon-filled night, loved lying there bathed in moon beams mellow glow, longed to be held by arms I love and know.
I felt tears of a long distant past, fill my eyes and heart.
I call it beam bathing.I had just moved away from everything I knew and loved,...