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The War Called Life
Poetry | Updated Aug 17, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this for my creative writing class. I was supposed to take a flat character, or cliche, and make him round, in so many words.
Short Story | Updated Jul 27, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
By Ema Sloane
I learned the hard way to be different.
By Ally Shark
I wrote this today at a writing conference during a poetry workshop. I only had ten minutes, so sorry if it isn't my best. It's just a cute little family reunion poem that involves a guy from the military. The seventh grade English teacher liked it, so here I am sharing it. Enjoy!
A poem about -- you guessed it -- suicidal tendencies
My lust continues.
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By Pearl Quearl
this is what I normally do.
We all have those down days. Maybe those down months, or years. But you'll survive. I promise that things will get light after the darkness takes over. "Darling you'll be okay"
I got mad cuz I've been getting called a lot of things lately. Ex: emo, druggie, attention-whore ect. So i told this to someone and liked it, so i wrote it. I hope you can relate and like it to...and remember... It gets better in the end
All of whats expected from me is simple.
i know its silly, but I've lost it.
maybe for the moment or what if forever.
that thing, that everyone's loves me for, dissipated.
vanished, like i haven't been trying to hold on so tight my knuckles turn white.
a mess, is how anyone who knew me like i...
By Odin Roark
Okay, so I'm in a rant mood. (Whatta you s'posed to do with Santana wailin') Thereâ€™re two kinds of Fatherâ€™s Day: the one that tries to celebrate, well, Fatherdom. Then thereâ€™s the other: please no more phone calls and emails. You really havenâ€™t got a clue who I...
By Holly Blackwell
Everyone's different. That's okay, isn't it? We've all been bought up to be ourselfs, and as the saying goes 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'. That's what most people do nowadays. Why? To put other's down. Make themselves feel better. To be popular. At school, we all act different, we all have...
Just a brief something or other about what goes on in my little messed up head.
PTSD will be the death of me.
this poem goes out to those who have been so strong for too long,trying not break down and afraid to be called weak. well,YOU ARE STRONG but part of being strong is breaking down once in a while.
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2