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He spent the whole night in sadness and even the day after.
Short Story | Updated Sep 29, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Katy Taylor
I was always a good girl doing what I was told. For a while I had the hugest crush on a total bad boy, which I could never get. Or so I thought. For one lucky day he confesses his love for me and I go from sweet innocent angel, to dark dirty devil sending my world out of control and upside...
Book | Updated Sep 29, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A different word choice on my poem, Alone1, that has a different rhyme pattern.Again, it's based on suicide and is a gothic genre. It's who I am.
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fight for life, or live for death.
By Miss Problematic
hope you like it...its just something random..
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 16, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
for so long i have been sad and lonely
By Emera Kat
Sometimes, fake kind words are better than none...
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A love poem
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Putting words to the one you love the most is extremely difficult sometimes. With that being said, once two people have bonded into being one flesh... those words come a lot easier. In this lengthy poem, I have put together my thoughts of my lovely bride on paper the best I could.
She finds herself walking down a street alone tears streeming down her cheeks. A poem to read.
Poetry | Updated Aug 26, 2014 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem for my grandpa who passed away.
When I was young, my dad taught me something special and something that kind of stuck with me for the rest of my life. Although money canâ€™t buy everything, having no money canâ€™t buy you anything. If I had to put it out straight, I am rich. I have two cars, one apartment and perhaps...
A mother who cannot speak wishes to sing a lullaby to her baby.As she cannot even speak.She writes down the lines asking Night to be gentle with her baby and reveal it's aura so that the baby may not need a lullaby to be sung.
Finding someones imperfections perfect
Pain is inside the strong ones.
Essay | Updated Aug 22, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0