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By Troy Chittocks Tpod
(This is only a sneak peek! The rest of the book will come out shortly around winter 2014! *This is only the first chapter.)
If you are lost, break through.
"Based off confusion, this unknown will trip you in ways you thought a book can't affect you."
bReAkOuT: eScApE fRoM rEaLiTy is...
It's barely a poem guys, bare with me!
Poetry | Updated Apr 4, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Philip Roberts
In this day an age when politicians believe it is their right to lie to us "for our own good (!)", it is important to believe nothing you are told by authorities, without substantiating it elsewhere. Question everything!
By Liam Strong
This poem just kind of... happened. I wrote on request on SupernaturalMango to write a poetic satire, and I love satire, but I don't even know how I wrote this. The pencil-to-paper-phenomenon-where-something-magical-always-ends-on-the-paper. All I know is that it is thoroughly symbolic. Just...
Poetry | Updated Feb 19, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Skeptic Windego
The story of a girl's last few moments before she ended her suffering...
this poem is all about a man who has gone through alot of hard times just to ask a girl ou
Who likes judging others for who they are and what they do? Who likes judging others, who DO judge? This is written by me, a follower of Christ, a Christian. You have been warned. And I dare you to not stop reading until you are finished. You never know what you might get out of this.
By Laylah Pledger
It's a trick question, and I know the answer.
Short Story | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
taken from my book,
Everyone at one time or another has wondered about the changes in the world and why...but...few ask or seek the answers..... I wonder why?
By Jarreth Morgan
The third sonnet in my sonnet-streak. It seems I can't make any poetry that isn't a sonnet at the moment. Again, I blame school. Feedback is always welcome.
Everybody has a path that they have been selected to follow, it is a question of whether we choose to give in to our destiny or to fight it.
For me, to love is to climb Everest, a cold and exhausting reality with a euphoric premise.
Have you ever heard of a magical place where angels roamed the land? Where the grass grows as thick as fat children, where night never came, and where darkness never existed.
Welcome to the land of Hidden Spirit.