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Random First Lines:The first poem that I wrote.
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Words are spoken and have no meaning. These two characters have no names. No words exchanging comfort. But the connection says everything.
Short Story | Updated Dec 7, 2013 | Reads: 85 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
For those who call for help but are never given it. Thanks for reading :) Feel free to leave any feedback you like :)
Iâ€™m cold. Iâ€™m so, so cold. And what makes me lose my mind is that it wonâ€™t go away, no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try, the spine-chilling, nerve-racking cold is there, every step of the way.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
A contemplation on invisibility.
I found this morbid poem in one of my old folders and thought I'd put it up.
I apologize for the loss of my original formatting, but Booksie won't publish it the way I want it.
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I had written this long back when I was kind of semi-conscious, with a lot of spelling mistakes. Found it yesterday so thought of publishing it (after rectifying the spellings). :D
A poem I wrote last night when I was shut up in my room at night when things are the hardest to face and everything comes flooding back.
She screams out in silence
No one within reach
To grab her as she falls
Blood dripping down her arms
She cries for the last time
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This can't be described as just a story. It's an emotion. It's a short glimpse into the life of a teenager struggling with life's powerful emotions. It's a story of a poetic emotions.
By The Jaded Deathsprite
So...I hope you'll like it. Going to update the rest soon so it'll make sense. :)
For a moment there is absolute silence...
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Tyler Benjamin
Every 100 years, the coven of the grand witch Anarthae summons an evil, mythical creature called the Reaper that kidnaps hapless girls for Anarthae's blood rituals. After 1000 years, their tenth and final blood ritual will grant them unimaginable power - enough power to enslave and dominate the...
By Anonymous S
This piece is about sound.
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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.