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Just something I wrote late at night one time
Short Story | Updated Mar 9, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Mickel Mais
I wrote a poem about my most favorite way of describing myself, since it is more than just a redundant statement. It focuses on my past, present, and future as I grow and develop into myself. Hopefully, you'll be able to identify with it and recognize everything, good and bad, that makes you...
By Ellis Lancaster
"The mind is a terrifying universe. Except it's not really a universe."
Just an idea that blossomed during math class. It's really short and repetitive but that's kind of my goal here. :] This was originally going to be titled "Parallel" but that was taken so sorry for the stupid title.
By B Garth Steinhagen
So many questions go un-answered in our life. We let them loaf in existence, a perfume on our soul, to be answered in nights stillness in another place.
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Can you capture those night time thoughs?
A short poem about anxiety
By Melody Rose
Getting over a heartbreak is a freeing experience ...
A Shakespearian Sonnet (14 lines abab cdcd efef gg and iambic pentameter) and my first published sonnet.. please let me know what you think!
Do people really know the real you?
By Thorn Sterling
This piece delves into our subconscious. You determine the fate but what fate?
Poetry | Updated Feb 11, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Life is tookin in different perceptions
By Omar Rahim
we live in a world that the universe itself has its world, we live in a world that the earth itself has its world, we live in a world that humans themselves live in their world, we live in a world that our minds itself has its world and we live in a world that no one can live but you!
"If the moon was your child, what would you name it?"
By Carly Hill
An actual poem I wrote to a prisoner.
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