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Poem of Depression
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A song brings the new life of spring to a faraway place.
We often forget the simple things that make us happy. If I kept a diary, this would most likely be a page out of it.
Short Story | Updated Apr 4, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Michaelâ€™s mom discovers his marijuana, a private detective finds Paul Donahue and Ryan and Michael accidentally mix themselves up with the wrong people while attempting to locate a party
By Gabrielle Kinnish
Poetry | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
the lost spring.....
By Nandana Dinesh
Monsoon was all over.Spring has come up.....this poem shows the sudden changes that took place during the new season.....
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 4
ANOTHER CONTEST. YAY!!! Don't read here. Lol. Unless it's that important to you. Information is down below. Thank you and enjoy!!! XD
Contests | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 78 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 35
By Mohammad Amin Sheikho
What is the spirit? where is the center of its existence? and what is its function? what is the soul? where is the center of its existence? and what is its function? what is the thought? where does it exist? and what is its function? what is the mind? where is its center? and what is its...
By Alex Hart
My name is Ever Maelys Leto and I know firsthand what it's like to have everyone forget about you. First they forget to tell you things, then it's your birthday, then graduation, then you, altogether.
No one remembers your name, no one knows you, like really knows you.
So you cut them all out,...
A poem of change
Poetry | Updated Jan 7, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The coming of Spring as it rushes past us. The smell of Jasmine and sunshine trickles through the clouds.
Poetry | Updated Jan 2, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Every once in a while, I get this overwhelming feeling to find some secluded place to be with myself and think, write, and admire nature.
I compared a person and their actions to seasons and their actions.