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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.
This is for EverAfterDarlings contest. Enjoy. c:
Identical curious Twins, Lindsay and Lizzy are invited to this huge party, But when they stumble across a locked closet, being curious and drunk they pick lock the door, Only to regret what they saw.
The weight of life or or my past brings me down. Just expressing the pain of it.
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Ian Cossack recounts the past that he can't seem to let go of, detailing his, and mankinds role in the events that play forth on Veryll. He is there on an expedition to study and settle and meets a beautiful, spiritual named Melanoo, but in the end he does something. Something he regrets over...
Based on a personal story I read online. Please feel free to comment below on your thoughts and how you think I may improve in my writings. Thanks for reading!:)
By Black Velvet Rose
...Just some thought and feelings after the recent death of my Master...
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Just the musings of someone who can't get sleep due to regretful dreams. The past is the one anchor we never want to let go of, and often this very anchor is what prevents us from sailing forward.
This poem is about me feeling guilty for experimenting something I have always wanted to try and living with it day by day
Poetry | Updated Sep 13, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 6
By Natalie Fay
It's a translation of my poem from Russian
Poetry | Updated Sep 7, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0