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By Franny Kiles
This is a humorous sonnet. Hope you enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Derived from the poem, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May, a trip behide that day, described in detail, in the eyes of Maggie. The day at teh beach is an enjoyment for all three sisters and their dog. they each have a unique personality and all enjoy their day at the sea. However, Maggie finds...
All I had to go on was a tortiose and an angel. Lettuce pray it all turns out for the best
Poetry | Updated Feb 6, 2013 | Reads: 35 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 8
I wrote this mainly because I got told I had to do a poem on bullying for homework...I guess you could relate it cause social alienation is bullying.
Note: Please no harsh comments
I live in my own personal hell
Because itâ€™s within my mind that you dwell
By Husty The Faithful
A boy who didn't receive information.
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness
By Ayla Daniels
For M. I would argue that nothing is the worst feeling there is. (I decided to remove two of the pictures as I felt it made the poem a bit too disconnected.. Instead I put lines to represent the passing of time between verses, so let me know what you like better :)
By Ayla Daniels
Why happiness doesn't exsist.
A monster inside,
I must hide.
It's for survival.
Why do we do what we know we shouldn't. A tangled web we weave, of wires.
Short Story | Updated Jun 18, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
further without losing her grip, but failed. Before she knew it, the tides grabbed her.
The water pushed down on her from all sides. She struggled but the more she did, the more it dragged her deeper into the sea. Her lungs burned for air and even though there was no use of trying, Marina...
Short Story | Updated Jun 9, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Jan Gabriel
I was actually surprised to have stumbled upon this particular piece while I was rummaging through my files. This was written nearly three years ago, when our professor in Basic English class asked us to write a kind of poetic memoir of a particular place from our childhood. I wrote about...
This is another of my attempts at free verse. It is set in a hospital where a patient is regaining consciousness. I have tried to uses senses and make it as vivid as possible.