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By Jack Grayson
A mother has a premonition of her son dying in battle. She must decide how much she is willing to lose to save him.
Scene one of something I have been working on for a long time. Scene two will hopefully come soon.
By Amanda Voris
The pain of saying goodbye in a hospital room.
Poetry | Updated Jan 10, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Poem about a blizzard
By Ted Gerard
What would you do to save the world?
elizabethrose provided a contest. She gave suggestions as what to write about. These are some personal thoughts I have while killing time.
When I was in a mental hospital, my eyes were opened.
By Little Blue Bird
A poem of gaining strength.
By Andrew F Lewis
A short commonplace about the true meaning of beauty and how that changes ugliness.
Some killers just can't stop.
Being sick really sucksMy throat is sore
my nose is red
sleeping in bed
is such a bore
My nose is stuffed
and my nose feels tough
from blowing like a trumpet
into a Kleenex which is blue hue (no really it's blue)
My throat itches
and my throat burns
tea and honey goes inside my...
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6
Tonight a teacher has died. I wonder what humanity has left to ruin. I'm sickened. I hate myself for being part of a race that can take something fragile, and shatter it. You give me things to write about. You inspire a world I so desperately hope I had created. It is a monster.
The whole poem's a farce that rhymes
This is a collection of essays that are themed around the seven deadly sins with a open minded definition at the end of each. They have no names with them, but I can assure you I've been working on them long enough to know that they are true in content. New essays will be added from time to...
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.