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By Nick James
He is in love with the letters, not her, the letters.
By Henry Captor
A little something that my band and I wrote! :)
A struggle: choosing life or death. (3/17/12 - original date written)
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Claudia Cutino
Within yourself you will find that bird as well.
Full of lust and mourn, a broken heart that sheds blood everywhere.
Rochelle didn't have a clue why men couldn't understand her. She felt that she had the qualities to attract men but yet her relationships failed. Her meeting with Simon would be the beginning of her change in understanding herself. At least, for a start, finding out what could be the matter with...
By Frenzee Da Rebel
Every part of my body cries for revolution in this contradiction of a system.
About having nowhere to turn.
Poetry | Updated Aug 20, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Justinâ€™s usual teacher had called in sick and another teacher had taken over his duties. It was a mixed school and Mr Nesbit, who was a something of a tyrant, and had taken over Justinâ€™s class for the first period.
Elena Smith was stubborn and quiet. She also carried her diary with her almost everywhere, it was her prized possession. And that was because she has a secret. A dark one. And it torments her everyday.
Then she met him a year ago, Jake Donovan. She thought she could never be happier, that life...
'The Weeping Streets' is a kind of reflection on our attitude towards technology and social evolution. We endeavor to better our existence with more sophisticated medical care, with cleaner, more efficient technology, and yet nobody really questions the darker motives behind these advancements,...
By Angel Plant
Just a running river of tears.
We purchased the 300-year-old farmhouse and blacksmiths shop at a local auction in the small village of Brigton-on-the-Wolds. Situated on the edge of the village this large detached thatch roofed property
A poem for war.Devoted to the mother's all over the world.
Poetry | Updated Aug 11, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
A poem I wrote back in 2011, I wrote this poem at a time where I was developing myself as a poet.
By Sunken Meadow
This is 3 small journal entries about a man who is trapped behind bars. He sculpts things from the clay in the walls to escape the mundane. It gets more involved but i'll let you read and decide good or bad. comments are welcome, please just give me advice, whether it be good or bad. Just make...