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A MAN BRINGS HIS WIFE ROSES.
Poetry | Updated Jun 27, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tell me how you feel as you're reading this please. It would be appreciated. <3
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
They areâ€¦beasts in human form who feed off living humanâ€™s energyâ€¦they areâ€¦Kyruptersâ€¦you must never get close to a Kyrupterâ€¦if you doâ€¦their gaze will enslave youâ€¦
Mikki's life use to be normal, until she got followed home one day-that's where...
By Feara Rose
This is another poem from my poetry portfolio. It is a life metaphore.
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2011 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I tried writing a tragic romance for the first time. :D Hopefully I didn't totally butcher it. Well, in this one, I wasn't sure what the theme was. I thought the flower was a pretty big aspect of it since that was the last gift but it could've been a story on memory too.. I was listening to the...
Written by ERMO on April 21st, 2011.
Poetry | Updated Apr 21, 2011 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Roses are often thouhgt of just as the flowers of love and romance but for broken hearts they may be the opposite...
Short Story | Updated Apr 1, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
PLease read this.
A young girl meets a boy on a train and the two are drawn together. Why? Who knows! :D
By Ice Winifr3d
just a random poem i made up. :)
Ravin is a helpdesk agent, he extents his duty that day.. Only for the guest, and why?
Short Story | Updated Feb 28, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
The first poem I think I've ever written. I gave it to my wife today (Valentine's Day). It was meant to be a little dorky, then get more serious. I would love someone to tell me how to write a poem. I have no idea if this is any good.
Death.It's something neverending,and everlasting.The lifeless lingers in the shadows untill the cross the mirror into the older worlds:heaven or hell.Imaginings are the only escape of the soundless plane:the home of lost voices.
By Krazed Cidd
I wrote this when I was in computer class.
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
Kip is the emo kid with an alcoholic, abusive father and a depressed mother. He just moved to Oregon...with his dad. Will he find love with his new best friend? Or maybe a character of the past? Or will his memories get in the way as the past blends into the present and darkness fades into the...