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We found each other in empty hotel rooms.
You were a lost rogue, running from anything real, and I was just drifting through, trying to survive.
But now, as I sit in this empty hotel room without you, my thoughts linger on you, a loner with such lively thoughts. Somehow, I made you more like...
By Martin Vole
Raulin, part of the legacy of the few survivors of a disaster that brought the world to its knees was sent out to gather material for housing and tools from the old city ruins. His world will soon be shaken as he meets with a "walker in the dust."
A poem about the world's most common dependence.
By Sr Remus
Tom and Jeb are good old friends. Tending their farm on their own for the past 15 years. Jeb's son George finally returns home. What becomes of Tom?
A romantic trip turns into a terrible nightmare...
By A Brand Called U Pr Promo
"Pretty Ugly - How Low Self-Esteem Almost Ruined My Life" is a biography of sorts written with dramatic,real-life reflections of the author's own life in the form of short stories. Chapter by chapter this book shares hard-core experiences and testimonies that work to inspire and encourage others...
A poem based on a rushed romance...
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
its another reminder of the bad
broken family's, screams of the innocent, anything and everything
Poetry | Updated Jun 25, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
When a group of long-time best friends decide to get back at the unbearable Olivia Allport, they create a master plan to ruin her night--And her outfit.
the memories of my childhood all summed up into a short little thing.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 24, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
best moment of her life and it is just her luck that this would happen..
By Lydia Moon
revenge of life
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Another poem I wrote. ._. I got the idea from a 'trending topic' on Twitter. lol
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2011 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A poem about having a friendship with someone and they come and take what's most precious to you and you just want to tell hem take it's over. We're not friends. What friendship? It's wilted.
A basic free verse poem about the strength of nature and thw weakness and frailty of the human race.