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On the 18th of January she drowned, on the 21st she died this letter has only been read by one person, this is a letter to an angel
Short Story | Updated Apr 15, 2014 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Living as warriors inside a world where the government watches your every movement can be challenging, but when an unlikely group forms to overthrow the government death will rein, and fears will never falter.
By Midnight Cat Lonely Child
People hurt themselves just to get the sense of relieve.
Black fabric wrapped, caressing every body.
It's the only acceptable color, isn't it?
Yellow and blue have no room in this place.
At least that's the pattern we've all fell into.
By Sharmy Tree
after your love has gone i dont want to be forgotten
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2014 | Reads: 27 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Keira finds her parents dead, and is found by the killer will he kill her to or will he take her with him?
By Little Moon
Alcohol and bright lights
Broken hearts and black night
Sins and tears
Mistakes with beer
Drink till you forget
All the days you've regret
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is about when all people do is miss someone that they are not together with anymore. They just wish they would get a kiss from them again. But they know that wouldn't ever happen.
Â© Copyright of lizzie1124 This poem is about how I will never get over that one person. That one person that I still love and think about each and everyday. I try everything to get over my ex but somehow it never happens because I love him so much and miss him everyday since he isn't mine....
A short poem of words regarding life and simple actions of life for the soul and mind.
this poam i wrote because my great grandma died. she lived till she was 92. i miss her because she was my mom. she was my mom when my real mom wasnt around. she gave me advice, took me shopping. treated me like a diughter, and acted like the mother ill never have. when she died my world died...
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
i wrote this to raise awarness about distracted driving
By Gabrielle Kinnish
i'm gonna sit right here on the edge of this pier and watch the sunset disappear
and drink a beer~luke bryan drink a beer
this is for my grandmother who passed away february 26,2014. this poem was written that day. i kept hearing this song after she died.if you havent heard it then listen...
This is set in viewpoint of the man that left Miss Havisham (Great Expectations-Charles Dickens)explaining why he left her on their wedding day.
Well my sister and I, was talking about my son, who passed away 20 years ago. We spoke on coping. Thereafter I came up with this piece, no planning was involved. I guess you can say free writing in the mix. Short version....