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By Kristjan Tiits
This is all that is going on in my soul. That's all the knowledge that comes out from me and that's everything i can do for the world. I don't want to be special. I just want to play my game of The Sims real life fair and square, but wealthy. I just wish to have money. I just wan't to play my...
Short piece I wrote, always appreciate feedback.
Poetry | Updated Aug 8, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Raven Fury
A small piece based on finding yourself and embracing it.
Poetry | Updated Aug 7, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
A contest-poem for another site.
A poem about a beautiful soul.
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Want to guess what I had just done when I wrote this?!
An uplifting poem about real love and not something from a chick flick!
Temptations abound in this world. But we, having been granted free moral agency, decide the final outcome.
By Ted Gerard
This is Unfinished...I found it while cleaning it was on a piece of scrap paper...I tend to write or start ideas and I forget half the things I write... I think it was about a man being chased by himself...idk I'll start writing it again and it'll come to me...lol...my mind
By Sami Jay
Meg is rude. She knows this, and doesnâ€™t bother to hide it. This uncouth behavior attracts the attention of one Taylor Oak. Despite how hard she resists, this confusing young man worms his way into her life and, little by little, she realizes she is changing. The concept terrifies her,...
Novel | Updated Aug 3, 2014 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We always said this could never happen. But here we are about to cross that line
Uh. This expresses more of my thoughts and me.
In the XXI century, â€œGodâ€ remains an unknown value to humans. Although â€œGodâ€ is the fundamental value in this world, as he is the Creator of all. A modern human cannot accept the idea of the existence of â€œGodâ€ due to lack of evidence that â€œGodâ€...
By Joan A Brown
A Poem about a kindred love lost
Death as a subject remains unconquered by mankind. The mortals must think of it as a necessary end!
Poetry | Updated Jul 26, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0