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Suicide is not something minor nor is a phase.
Everyone has thought about this at least once.
Everyone has looked over the glorious section of there life to stare at the lack in their life from time to time.
Yet some people can't see the joy and importance of there life some people can't simply...
By Angel Plant
Like the air I breathe your love surrounds me. Your kiss touches me gentle as a breeze.
You have my heart on string,
But that doesnâ€™t give you right to drag it around
And break it down.
By C Rae Moon
In southern California there is a town called Silverwood. A being of blackness with the body of a girl and a young man with demons of his own cross paths one fateful night. As they struggle to find their place in life, the truth of their world is slowly revealed. (This story is inspired by and...
Poem about my past relationship.
A young girl and her brother are dragged into a fight to become the "knight" the second most powerful person in the WORLD! Its a bloody battle between others who want to be the "Knight" she must fight to find her brother.
Hi this is one for cartoon fans and dextro users. It was made on pot/dxm. This story will deal with philosophy and real life events classically.
A girl in a world full of horrors. The life of a teenage girl? No.. More complex.. A life of a teenager she goes through these troubles.. Monsters.. Witches.. It all seems like a fairy tail now doesn't it? But i can Garentee its not.. Sh.. You will learn more once you read.
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grass sea whales come clean
Poetry | Updated Sep 21, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In the style of W.B. Yeats.
Why hate when you can love? Why dwell upon misery?
Poem about fears in life.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A poem I wrote for the one and only person I've ever said those dangerous three words to.
Poetry | Updated Sep 3, 2012 | Reads: 7036 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4