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A short poem of words regarding life and simple actions of life for the soul and mind.
By Philip Roberts
Mind controllers now rule our lives from kindergarten level onwards! Learn to think for yourself and never obey orders!!!
By Bill Schultz
The title says it all, no?
I was mostly going for style and imagery here, not grammatical correctness so lovely people please don't preoccupy yourself with that. This is only the first run through. I do not plan to revise this. It is what is - an exercise. I know this is not...
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
A girl sits alone in a decrepit room. Her life has gone downhill and she is close to death, but still ponders why she is in this situation.
Short Story | Updated Mar 5, 2014 | Reads: 104 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Do we pass through time or does time pass through us?
By Eden L
Hey there! Looking for a book cover for your story? Well, you've come to the right place!
This is the story of a man named Ri. It may not be as glamorous as some stories, for it's just the tale of one man pursuing the noble endeavor of ridding the world of divine influence. Please leave me your feed back in the comments section below.
I just wrote this out of the blue. I like the sounds of it and how it flows. I thought others might as well. Enjoy.
This poem is based on a girl that cannot longer handle the fear of living and the thought of the unknown. When her world is crashing down at her feet, who will save her?
By Ned Godleads
Him, is just a poem of a girl, who dreams in fantasy
By Mohammad Amin Sheikho
What is the spirit? where is the center of its existence? and what is its function? what is the soul? where is the center of its existence? and what is its function? what is the thought? where does it exist? and what is its function? what is the mind? where is its center? and what is its...
By Alex Hart
My name is Ever Maelys Leto and I know firsthand what it's like to have everyone forget about you. First they forget to tell you things, then it's your birthday, then graduation, then you, altogether.
No one remembers your name, no one knows you, like really knows you.
So you cut them all out,...
What do you aspire to be?
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Emmie X
Death takes life yet his shadow watches.