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This is a short message for those who talks behind someone else's back. and for those who are being talked about.. be proud! ;)
Miscellaneous | Updated May 15, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is an experience I had on a rainy day,while in a car waiting at a traffic signal, few years back. I saw this little homeless girl standing by the signal all alone. She just stood there staring,smiling away into the rain. In the melancholy of the time back then she somehow sprouted a seed of...
By Weird And Proud Of It
This is my entry for Raga's New Year's competition thingy! Smile and wave, boys, smile and wave.
I have never done tragedy or romance before properly so if it's bad don't blame me! Blame that suspicious looking mustache over there :)
Thank you my little pinapples!
A man meets a stranger that could be from his past.
People who act like they know you and criticise everything you do because they have no satisfaction in their own life.
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you've ever felt like you can't say no, but you don't want it to be the last time either.
Are you happy with life? Do you have the perfect life? This story follows the short ranting's of a man bent on killing the perfection in the world even if that means himself, of course all in the name of the greater good.
By Michael Anaokar
I intend for this to be shown to my child because while they will hate me for how I raised them, one day they will realise what I did for them.
P.S Borsch is a Russian beetroot soup
My first poem for this month!
Being a 17 year old boy. With no dreams. Surely mean, its my duty to serve my country. My father will finally be proud of me. I won't be a screw up. I'll be doing something right for a change.- Monologue.
By Love Reaper
To save yourself.
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A bright red rose,
a robin in the spring,
a piece of artwork,
your more than all those things,
I wrote this poem when I got tired of hearing about the minor problems in other people's lives. It isn't that I'm against helping people, but that I'm against making mountains out of molehills.
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
One day, circa winter 2000, I got really tired of people saying that they felt sorry for me. So I sat down and wrote this. There is another one called Anger Dance that is the more "adult only" response, but this one everyone can read. Also, please note that the last sentence did not and does not...