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I am not sure what I am doing any advice I would appreciate. I just started doing this and just trying to get some things off of my mind I guess.
it's about a girl I use to like, but this is before she knew and before she was my girlfriend for years...
Poetry | Updated Jun 9, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Saba Mughal
i am feeling so pain because i am so sad and worried about this stranger man
Short Story | Updated Jun 9, 2014 | Reads: 71 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
How do you expect to love someone when you have the tiniest bit of doubt that they love you back? How it is even remotely possible to give your everything to someone who pushes you to the ground and stomps on your heart multiple times, over and over and over again? Carina Hunter knows it all too...
By Micki Jennings
There's this guy, and even with his broken heart, all I can say is,
Poetry | Updated Jun 1, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story of emotions. An emotion so short but so powerful.
This is just a quick sketch I did a few months before which was inspired by a song. It's very random though haha. Give it a read and tell me about it~ :) enjoy
Short Story | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 48 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Dann Labyrinthian
I'm sure we've all felt the pain of love. Maybe it was family, or someone you loved. The pain of being betrayed may lead one to extreme measures.
This is a poem out of, 'Alone in the dark.'
A personal poem about my relationship!
Say goodbye, now. Cause my lifeâ€¦ Just. Went. Black
This poem was written by Maya Angelou and is one of my favorite poems because it is about a strength of someone who faced racism and segregation and still kept their heads high.
Step into the world of a just turned fourteen year old girl named Jodie Smith. Jodie Smith got ripped away from her family on her birthday and sent to an abusive, strict, do or die concentration camp called Auschwitz.
Grab your bag of popcorn and prepare yourself to get your heart broken and...
Have you realized it yet? I don't even exist.
Because we both know it will happen again. It is after all love's cruel cycle.
One does not own beauty, One creates it.
By Macaroni Mario
looking back. I should've listened to my elders. A lot could have been avoided. I'm sorry.
Poetry | Updated May 21, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1