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At a certain stage of life, everyone must recognize his or her role is in this world. They must ponder and carefully consider the direction in which they wish to take their lives to. This poem is the story of a similar child who is trying hard to find the relevance of his(or her) existence in...
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Peter Hunter
... a night for thinking... not for sleeping...
Short Story | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jamie Moreland
Wondering what is under my hotel bed.
Short Story | Updated Nov 9, 2012 | Reads: 37 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Sylvia is waiting for her day of opportunity to come; will it be today?
These are some questions I ask myself when deep in thought. Maybe other people ask them too.
By Mary K Sheets
I will probably add more to it eventually. Comments would be greatly appreciated guys!
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 24, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A man has dreams for his life; he writes what he wants to have, while fearing what he will become.
Will it satisfy him?
Will he look better in the eyes of others?
A little nonsense poem I wrote a while back after reading some Edward Lear and Spike Milligan.
Poetry | Updated Apr 9, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Skye Writer
This poem is about our future as a human race and earth's preservation. current affairs and natural beauty. You choose.
By Stormy Aura Llewellyn
I seem to have some sort of problem with dreaming and sleeping lately... Hmmm... Curious. Anyway, this is another unedited musing, based loosely on a conversation I had. I seem to be really inspired by conversation lately. Maybe that means I should talk more. :P Yes, I know it's late, and yes, I...
By Ronda Mckenzie
It hurts to lose someone, yet it hurts even more to lose someone who is still sitting right next to you.
A poem about doing nothing yet something.
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Elegy Of Ghosts
Solitude and thoughts. The internal struggle is befitting of the storm raging outside the bedroom window.
By Miss Anni
Just some thoughts on a rainy day, while I was just being quiet and letting my mind wander.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2010 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3