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In this piece of writing, which is and isnt a poem, I show you my view and my mentality of my youth awareness
A Journey in to the world of your inner mind,
One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you?
Live in the present, not in the past.
By Lucid Ink
Past present future
Miscellaneous | Updated May 28, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Teen Nobody
"The kay to freedom" is about moving on, making something good out of a bad situation. I used to think that freedom meant not having any attachements and not missing anyone if they left but now I realise that it actually means being able to move on and stop dwelling on the past.
Miscellaneous | Updated May 18, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Sydnee, a girl in her early 20s, who's life isn't easy as it is, comes across someone following her late that afternoon. She will soon discover that sometimes you need to take risks, to uncover your past and possibly even change your ideals on life.
Time is limited.
Death is quick
The only things Peter wanted in his world is to understand happiness, to feel the warmth of love and to know what it's like to be safe. However, will this actually be possible? With the nightmares and psychological conditions that haunt him, with all the world united against him, with the...
By Sara Battaglia
A short poem inspired by the crow outside on the cherry tree that used to grow at my old house. Many things change and age as time goes on. Enjoy things as they are now.
By James Edgar Cooper
Someone once said "Procrastination is the thief of time" and they're absolutely right. I'm sure we've all said to ourselves that we'll do something tomorrow or the day after or next week... But what if there may not be a tomorrow or next week? What if tomorrow something happens and we can't do...
By James 20
Long lost orbs that unleash mystical powers become hunted as the undead rise and the living are lost in the chaotic destruction, generations ago one man saved the world and now the fate of the world rests in the hands of a bloodline connection between events that occur three hundred years apart...
You all know I love my RLS, GGS, so here is the best birthday present I could write, I sincerely hope you like it GGS! Happy Birthday!
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robin Goodfellow
Some boxes are never meant to be opened.