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You wake up to find the end of the world...
I just...dont really know what I'm going to do, and it really really hurts sometimes, like I really wish that I could cry though of course that will just make my head hurt, or maybe just stop thinking about you so then I would be a better friend
By Daisy Ink
This is a writing survey I wrote and I would love your feedback on it.:):)
A poem about the mind of an insane person.
By Robert Kasch
There are so many species of insects how should one keep up?
This was an assignment that I had to turn in during my sophomore year. It is structured in the simple, yet well known
This is my first serious attempt at writing a Sonnet. This one is a Petrarchan Sonnet, but there is a rhyming couplet in the end. I know that the content may be appalling for many Christians, but then again, I find Jesus' message of dire importance to mankind in these uncertain times.
Poetry | Updated Mar 20, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sometimes we discover we are not on the same page as our significant other...then to our dismay, realize we are not even in the same book...
Alberto has always had fears and doubts about the concept of infinity. When hes an adult, this fear comes back to haunt him and makes him question everything that surrounds him.
By Voodoo Voice
Waking up drunk not wanting to breathe, much less get out of bed.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 24, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A FATHER'S QUESTION OF HIS 29 YEAR OLD DEAD SON.
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Coffee talk alone....
By Elton Camp
Dedicated to C.D. who has heard these questions countless times.
Poetry | Updated Feb 16, 2014 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Who, What, When, Where, Why? I ask to the world. Who am I, what purpose do I serve, when will I stop being the freak, where am I supposed to be, and why? But no one answers. So I find other means, until a boy my age saves my life.
A few thoughts on the kind of 'saints' we need to help fix this broken world.
Essay | Updated Jan 28, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1