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This is more reality than I am accustomed to reveal. Not really a poem, but more so a snapshot of now.
Poetry | Updated Nov 21, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
You know that feeling?
That feeling of desperation.
Like, she's stuck in a bubble constantly poking it, trying to pop it and free from depression.
But it doesn't seem to pop and let her free.
And she's just there...Hoping one day she'll find it: that elusive escape from sadness.
Short Story | Updated Apr 23, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I live in a desert, one with plenty of water but devoid of life all the same.
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2014 | Reads: 140 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Written in a experimental form. Solitary Confinement.
What if 2012 really was the end of the world? What if over a thousand years later, what was left of the world finally fell to crumbles? What if a man stuck in a man's body were to pour his heart out in a journal that he stole? What if he finds the reason to it all? What if along the way, he...
By Angelic Rogue
A poem about what I wonder during solitary moments :)
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
By J Christopher Bartley
A quiet walk along the tracks
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Harder Than You Think"
By Rusted Crimson Lust
A poem about being introverted, also has some latin in it because I need to practice my latin grammar.
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Cosmic Crow
Old Redwood growth, the mysterious ancient trees.
My Story. I have been depressed and have been turning to extreme measures to keep myself sane. I have been cutting myself.
Ever been to a bar? Got drunk? Did something you'd regret for the rest of your life?
James Ramsey did all three in one night and payed the ultimate price for it....
By Timothy Paschall
I was walking across a foot-bridge, in my own world. Then mother nature brought me into hers.
The idea for this little story just hit me one day and I HAD to write it. My mom always did call me melodramatic...
Short Story | Updated Jun 2, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3