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Random First Lines:This is an excerpt from a chapter of Dancing With Cancer. A memoir of a life with cancer.
What should one expect when traveling down Cancer... » Read
By Andre Wise
The first rhyme/freestlye scheme that I created
Hidden Love is a story about a girl named Kari, who is torn between two boys, Jeremy and Jesse.
Jesse was her first secret crush and Jeremy was her first real boyfriend...
This is a story about real love, real friendship, family, mistakes, regrets, desire, happiness and sadness, dreams and...
sometimes have you ever wanted to be someone other than yourself,i wrote this about ten years ago i used to think a little different back then
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
This piece is one of those personal ones, not so much about the deeds done within the poem, but more so, the emotions felt by the narrator of the story. This is a story about the judgment that others dish out and the havoc that that leaves behind...
Poetry | Updated Nov 4, 2008 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 5
Short Paragraphed Essay for Psych Class on
I NEVER WANTED TO POST THIS BUT SOMETHING COMPELLED ME TO DO SO THIS WAT I WAS LEFT WITH AFTER MY YEARS OF SUCCESS
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 19
Last moments and state of mind...just a little poem.
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kevin Smith
A poem about losing someone special.
Poetry | Updated Jun 11, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Jane Skye
It's about childhood, which begins to feel like a forgotten memory as you grow up.
This is about thinking that alcohol is your friend when in the end you end up lonlier than you begun.
Poetry | Updated Apr 20, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Terry Collett
AN OLD MAN WANTS HIS YOUTH BACK.
Poetry | Updated Feb 27, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Amity Willows
This is about a girl who was left and now struggles to have no regrets. This is totally fictional. :-)
Poetry | Updated Nov 16, 2007 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...
By Bitter Irony
The two saddest words in the world: if only...
Poetry | Updated Aug 5, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4