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By John Stark
A strange rider comes into a quiet town and causes some trouble, but all might not be what it seems like.
I've been in love once before and have let it get the best of me, allowing everything to control my thoughts. But this is the NEW me, and I refuse to let anything bring me down, inspiring this poem.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Ian Dawn
I was thinking about how you can be feared one minute and accepted teh next maybe its as simple as a smile we use to dissarm people.
Jessica see's herself as just an average, boring 28-year-old woman. When she meets her best friend's boyfriend Edwin, everything changes. Can Jessica see for once that she isn't boring and average?
By Colton Cotton
Sometimes it's those girls that want to play games.
I don't regret it; I regret the feelings
My name is Luna, Sadly I am a werewolf. I hate being in a pack. My brother say that I will be a great alpha. In my pack women are alpha. Because I'm 21 and have no mate one will be forced on me. But what they don't know is I plan to run away before they can find someone for me.
It is already evident from my bio about my love for animals. This poem is a dedication to my late canine companion who had to be put down for unavoidable reasons. Readers will be able to relate with it on terms other than animal love.
Life is life, after all.
a poem about the queen falling for the kings dearest knight, who dose not return the feelings for the queen because he loves the king.
By King Hula
upon upon the hill we see.
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
ONE NIHGT STAND
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2012 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"The door is locked. It is sealed tight. Glued shut. I checked over and over again. The door was exploded with noise. It mocked me. "I'm not really closed." It smiled. Every single time that poisonous whisper was heard, it started to spread in the deepest confides of my brain."
Written after coming out of a week long feeling of deep depression and sadness. Inspired by my best friend/room mate and her fiance as well as a trip to my doctor as well as the hospital.