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What thoughts go through your head when you don't want to go on.
Poetry | Updated Aug 1, 2009 | Reads: 53 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
By Amour Eros
This is an old poem about me. Or who I used to be.
Poetry | Updated Jul 29, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In this guest post, I talk about why I made the decision to self-publish my debut blog/IM novel.
Article | Updated Jul 29, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Something fun and 'speriMENTAL.
Poetry | Updated Jul 27, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
The title of this book is called F.A. I. T. H. for You.
Have you ever asked yourself what that word means? To have it or not. To know someone that has it or not. Faith in what? Faith in yourself? Faith in your family, your job, your friends or faith in yourself. Faith is something that is...
A girl lost in her memories...
Taking a path towards self discovery.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
Poetry | Updated Jul 12, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Red Dragon
Chris is forced into a world of violence and danger as others compel him to use his weapons and his intelligence to protect himself and his family.
what's in my head
Poetry | Updated Jul 8, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
some people don't understand how I could cut myself. It's a horrible habbit, but it helps me, and that's how I can hide my pain from everyone...I hide my pain beneath my scars.
A poem that I wrote in the throes of inspiration. Drama has a way with words.
So many times have I wished to share the minute experiences I have gotten out of life as of this moment. Though I am still young, with many years before me, I wish to share my outlook with others and the insight I have gained, and all that I have learned from life so far.
Please Join Me, As I...
By De Uso
As i child growing up all i ever heard was that dirt was better then me, that S.ugar H.oney I.ce T.ea was better then me. Wow to hurt with words hurts more then anything, because these are hidden scare we learn to mask and put on so many different faces. But guess what you are worth so much more...
This is a poem I did for school.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5