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Letting go of all that is inside and holding you down
from being who you are. Washing your hands and saying good by to bad memories.
taken from my book, "Position The thought"
Its Just about a disease Called LOVE.... ITS VERY PAINFUL :) Hope you Like it :)
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book,
Mary suffers from a lifetime of horrible abuse from a very early age. And then a stranger steps up to the plate to do something for her that no one else ever would. Find out what he does and what happens to her as the story unfolds.
This is the "Introduction" int the book.
And if you have the...
Poem i wrote PLEASE COMMENT
Slow and tormenting death. This is a really short story about someone's slow and painful death. It was inspired by this old story I wrote back in elementary school. I used the same character and just made this scene more graphic. Warning:Blood
After Evan Becomes a Pokemon He Wishes To Be Normal Only If He Knew Before
By Alvin Far
Poetry | Updated Oct 8, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem speaks about the effect of keeping your problems bottled up. It tells us that the more you keep things inside the bigger the explosion. There is a differenciation in tone in the last stanza as it speaks about how rewarding it can be to "let it out".
Deep in the heart of a bustling modern metropolis, there is one small cafÃ© that acts as a haven for the supernatural and occult and is owned by a lady who has existed for centuries. An outcast from his own family, a mysterious young musician naively approaches the Cafe simply in search of a...
About a person who is cursed to live endless lives which end violently and painfully.
By Moody Glum
While I'm stuck in solitary confinement...I find these words tumbling around in my head...and I feel sick thinking of her...longing for a drink
By Moody Glum
While hitchhiking through New Mexico, I met a a troubled young man who was kind enough to give me a ride, though not kind enough to spare me his unpleasant story. With him he had letters that he'd written his love. He gave them to me, and as they only make me want to drink more...I give them...
a painful memory from the past came back in slow flashbacks, and these words came into mind through the scenes.