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Random First Lines:*The Code, a personal experience book written by Mawi Asgedom, alternately addresses the reader, specifically teens, to get the most out of life,... » Read
Found, then lost, then found again
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2015 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Whatchoo Writing About Willis
My poem about imagination.
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
i have a hard time keeping my thoughts in order
By Zed Tassian
What goes through the mind of someone stuck between hurting someone they care about or living in a depressive state.
Inside the cold stone walls of the Imperial fortress, there were secrets of the world which remained hidden from Hope. However, after escaping the life-threatening relationship which she was in, Hope soon found herself adopted by the chief of the northern tribe Polaris, and is quickly thrown...
By Demon Princess
warning self harm poem
By Max Von Bopp
A tribute to my loving wife of 40 years.
The river of feelings the ocean of tears, may occur from time to time when turmoil strikes the heart...............thus unfolds this Turbulent song.......of tears and darkness....
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ve Ri Tas
God particles are at work from the beginning of our universe and humanity some people call them Higgs particle we call them light of knowledge in the language of Rabi. Nature is the pipeline to understand beautiful miracles that unfolds every morning a fresh begging based of physics, chemistry...
Trying to find acceptance in a world that preaches diversity and uniformity
About what can help us cope with stress or loss in our life.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 10, 2015 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Being famous in an anonymous world and trying too hard is (not) my life.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 9, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sara Battaglia
The pen as my tool, I go forth into the night.
"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think." -Lord Byron
Midnight, past 12. I knew I had to sleep but something inside me told me not to do it. One more half an hour past, I took a shower and went to bed. I had a new day ahead. Something was bothering me...