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Standing in the pasture...milking
By Tom H Hart
This is a poem about a confused cycle.
INSTEAD OF ACME'S:THE COYOTE VS THE ROADRUNNER IT'S....
I find Eagles seven bridges playing in my headphones as I try to summon any ump I have to get my ass in gear and moving..... I start singing along with the song as I clean. I'm bebopping around not paying attention.....Sweeping and...
I find Eagles seven bridges playing in my headphones as I try to summon any ump I have to get my ass in gear and moving..... I start singing along with the song as I clean. I'm bebopping around not paying attention.....Sweeping and singing, quite badly.... I must admit.
"WWHHOOOAAAAT THE..." MY...
By Peter Hunter
... naughty Purdey again...
Short Story | Updated Aug 2, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mitchell Essom
Oliver is put on watch the night his mother has been arrested for theft. Does he really want to keep lookout for the boys when he knows what they're doing is the same?
A guy invents a device to meet his favorite Video Game Character, but it doesnt go exactly as he plans. This is the 1st story I ever shared online.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
In the desertstorm of my life I thresh myself to be a poet ignorant of the mudflows passing my tent. I'm but a pelgrim looking for a home.
By Risely B Riddled
In memory of David Stringer who died May 8 2010 on the way to watch Iron Man 2 at the age of 17. I miss you, Now the only time I spend with you is in dreams.
By Dark Skylight
Hmm,read the poem,and see.lol :)
When I am writing... I don't want to make everything the same old shit. I want to make things interesting. This poem is written (By me!) from the point of view of a boy.
A poem i wrote after i got pissed off at my best friend. Read Please and COMMENT!!!!
I wrote this after a day of school. Was one of the worst days ever. I cried alot and I had breakdowns and I failed alot of stuff and I lost 2 friends..pain.
Well, here is the piece that made me cry when I re-read it. It gave me chills.