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Random First Lines:ORIGINAL STORY: THE LOST JEWELS
(AUTHOR: RABINDRANATH TAGORE)
â€˜â€˜A COMPLETE SELF-ANALYSIS,
EDITED AND WRITTEN ON BASIS OF THE... » Read
By Tucker Haase
What do you do when you love someone so higher than yourself? You take a chance.
Finally blending with the dullness that surrounds me.
If you've lived a hard life, and you've seen it all, you'd understand why Shaine is the way she is. Facing trauma, and robbed of her innocent mind at a young age. Relying on strangers her entire life, and then coming to the realization she is a stranger to herself. Scared and lost, she is thrown...
By Kim Collins
Sometimes we all feel invisible and unheard
Poetry | Updated May 6, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Colton Cotton
Sometimes it's those girls that want to play games.
By Shakier Samie
You see them everyday. They are everywhere. Are you quick to judge before taking into consideration what they might be going through?? We can't help ourselves, we were born into a world that can be cold at times... But who then gives us the right to make it even colder for them??
By Cosmic Crow
A poem of death decided by the elite, this poem take a look at both sides, and the hypocrisy in todays society. We all turn a blind eye at times.
By Chris Rob23
"He Finally Got The Chance!" is a summary about a young man whose feel relieved and happying about a situation that seems to good to be true.He experiencing a moment of relief and comfort and feeling free and expressing himself to others.This situation or experience he so excited about is...
Do you ever feel like people don't listen, or choose not to hear?
That's how many children feel around the world, they scream out for help, for a love that can never be filled.
He goes home and cries himself to sleep
And awakes with teardrops on his cheeks
He knows that he was crying out a horrible nightmare again
Set in a post apocalyptic world, where the remaining survivors have rebuilt their cities. These rebuilt cities are called "Saints." However there is nothing holy about these places. They are few and far between, and are ravished by war, poverty, and crime. There is no government, no law, no...
By The Mysterious Serious Madame
Oh the Madame is in a dark mood this morning....this poem was written last December 2008. Yep, here comes a truth. Very dark.
Poetry | Updated Oct 15, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Wingless Bird, sad and lonely, it's cries remain unheard....