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Random First Lines:This is a poem/story of my life from the day I was born till 2011 so a lot has changed but I thought I would give you all a bit of background... » Read
By Kimberly A Mckenzie
"Free Time" is a short fiction story about prison and the "not so nice" situation of having all the time in the world on your hands without the capability of using it for any purpose. I wrote this story as a reminder that freedom is precious and as a commentary on potential.
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This was an assignment that I had to turn in during my sophomore year. It is structured in the simple, yet well known
A poem about someone passing away and you never having the time to say what was truly on your heart.
Poetry | Updated Apr 7, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Once it has been sent, it can never be removed
By Little Moon
Alcohol and bright lights
Broken hearts and black night
Sins and tears
Mistakes with beer
Drink till you forget
All the days you've regret
Mia has the worst job in the world, until a knight in shining armor comes and rescues her from it, and her old life...
The very first poem I made for a friend of mine who came back after all the bad things that I shouldn't have done. This poem basically was about how it felt during the night where I met her for the very first time.
By Jaded Beauty
It is just a poem about a girl who is looking to take on the world but soon finds that it will not be so kind to her.
Poetry | Updated Mar 15, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Aubrey The Great
Love is undeniable. But it is best to let a person know before it is to late. Don't allow yourself to be swallowed up by your insecurities.
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Cris Clc Writings
First Two Stanzas -
Death is grime,
Death is dark,
Death is the hollow howl that hinders our heart.
Death is what cries in the night sky,
Death is what died in that summer lie.
By Bez Tsarya V Golove
This poem takes a slightly unusual symbolic turn, portraying the rain, or a storm, as a means of protection, comfort and peace. Instead of showing the sun as the typically welcoming symbol in Western literature, it is called "harsh," since, "in the light, my cloak is gone." One cannot hide under...
This is a poem of a crime scene, and it is in 3 different POVs (the victim's, the criminal's and the witness's)
I wrote this a very long time ago, about 2 years now, so I dare say my english has improved :P I hope you like it anyway :) Any comments would be great :)
By Amy I Hughes
An internal battle.
Poetry | Updated Feb 26, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Love and what it makes of you.
For times and brothers that are gone.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0