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Started writing this a few hours ago. I'll be honest and say I'm slightly drunk, so if there are any grammatical errors I apologize. I haven't finished the story yet, and I want to tie in the term "No Regrets" with my planned ending. Read it if you like, if not it's fine. I probably wouldn't...
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
By Tommy Yeshua
DOGS...dime a dozen...
By Anna Lorraine
Regrets and wasted chance at love from a 3rd person's point of view.
A poem I've written 6 years ago.
This kinda suck but i was in a rush... anyways this is a cliche gay or lesbian story which is when a girl falls in love with her best friend
Based on His Eyes. After Thomas and his father passed away, Edward stood to take his rightful place upon the throne. What Edward didn't know was that his father had been told a great prophecy, one that would occur during his reign. Surprises appear and the dark becomes a great fear as hatred...
Almost all of my poems are about my life, in one way or another. This one is to remind me, that all the things that happened in my life, good or bad, has made me the man I am today. I'd be sure not to forget that. Never regret your life, those things happened for a reason, treasure them.
By Mphally The Poet
Unspoken feelings leads to painful regrets... It is of a guy who loved a girl sadly he was never brave enough to speak out his feelings...
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
thought provoking questions. What if?
By Macaroni Mario
looking back. I should've listened to my elders. A lot could have been avoided. I'm sorry.
Poetry | Updated May 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
If I only had that courage to say what I couldn't say back then.
Poetry | Updated May 18, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A MAN AND WOMAN IN PARIS IN 1973.
Poetry | Updated May 12, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Quench- The utopian city everyone thought was more than perfect. After the war tore and decimated humans last time, survivors built the city. It was a stronghold to protect the remnants of the nuclear war.
Citizens were prohibited to go outside the set boundaries. They said, the terrain's and...
Just one chance
Poetry | Updated May 1, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
My thoughts reflecting the state of my mind. Just somehow it always brings me back to my past days, the days of bliss of the childhood innocence, which i failed to preserve in me. This is how everything seems like.