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Influenced by my experiences seeing homeless people and people in help described in this poem which I wrote with me trying to feel some empathy mixing with description. Written in 7th grade. I liked this poem, but I liked the description of "Blind Soul in an Empty Street" more. I also used some...
By David S Grayson
One of the old Mayan rituals performed many, many years ago.
Gob's action packed adventure story.
A seriers of diffrent short stories. Story one: A boy takes revenge on the man who killed his baby sister.
Arabella stared a rebellion on accident and became their leader, when see save her bf from death. But she is also the adopted daughter of most their most hated enemy. She has to becarefull full that nether side finds out.
Alec lives with his mother and sister Bella due to his mothers job they move around alot, he thought it would be like every other time but when he meets a blue eyed boy his life is changed forever.
Jasper is your normal high school boy other than the fact He's a (GIRL!!)to reconnect with her childhood friend Xavier she has to become a boy named Jasper Knight, and if she is found out she can not longer live in that town and must go back home. The story follow these two odd balls a girl...
By Diana Christina
"Everything is free now
That's what they say
Everything I ever done
Gonna give it away."
- Gillian Welch
This is another satire I wrote.. I dont know if its good though..
Miscellaneous | Updated Mar 23, 2012 | Reads: 181 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
i wrote this song from when i was in 6th grade and lived in texas (im in 7th now) and i dont live in texas now but this is to a guy that was my boyfriend after crushing on him 4 a while the kids who all hated me, told him i called his mom fat (i have never met his mom) and his friends kept sayin...
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
This is a story of one of my best friend. We used to date but it went wrong.
The rest is in the poem. It really hurts to write it.
By Zephyna Vein
we all break at one point its just a matter of how long we let ourselves be broken.
Explaining my high :) XD
This is a line of life and the way we see things and how we over look the troubled.
By Robin Lee
You were the killer, I was the victim
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0