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a memory is always there with us no matter how good or bad. some we wish to forget but will always be there others will be of the good times youve had, and a door is always open at the back of your mind to open and recap
Let your victims do all your dirty deeds.
Poetry | Updated Jul 29, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Joseph Tyler
a life lived to the fullest with best intentions,becomes one of horror as he realize's what he's done
Poetry | Updated Jul 19, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kyle Georgie Frydenlund
Beauty is pain right? So I thought I would make this short story about how much I loved my dog. RIP Copper
A poem I wrote on the hard times in our lives, the moments we wish we could change, and the memories we will never forget. Enjoy... Sincerely yours- Gothikah666
Poetry | Updated Jul 10, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
Here's a story about me. The worst things ive done in life and the things i did to fix them :) Im sure youll learn something at the end. This is just part 1, part would be about the result. ENJOY:)
Just a poem I etched out in the middle of the night. Hmm, people do crazy things.
Anyway, basically just a poem I wrote about the past, things we've done and a question. "If you could, would you start again right now?" What would you do over, if you could? Would you do things over? Things you...
WARNING: Disturbing Content | This was a challenge to write my dreams as accurate as possible..or nightmares? Sorry for minor spelling mistakes, my focus was not that when I proof-read it. Please comment! Thanks ^^
Life is short, so live it.
I always like wearing my mother's old necklace. Besides the fact that it's pretty here's another reason I wear it. (The picture is of the exact one I wear)
This is a poem about my take on past events that have led up to how my life is now. I hope you enjoy. (Il s'agit d'un poÃ¨me sur mon point de vue sur des Ã©vÃ©nements passÃ©s qui ont conduit Ã la faÃ§on dont ma vie est maintenant. J'espÃ¨re que vous apprÃ©cierez.)
This is about the playground that we call life
short poem about life and controlling the tongue (2-12-2012)
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
It's been 5 years. I should have been over him...I am over him, right? So why does the mere sight of him brought back so much memories? Happy and painful memories? I close my eyes and reluctantly went back in time...when it all happened...when my life dramatically changed forever.
Love , hate and Regrets