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Again, I recently lost a very close friend. This is a fancy internet version of a message I sent her way. It's obviously not the best or very polished but I find that writing things as they are born as thoughts (thats definitely the lamest thing i've ever said) makes things more genuine and...
Why do people do laugh at you?
Why do people think it's so funny to see you cry?
Why do people apologize for all the thing they did to you?
Do they really feel sorry
Or do they want sympathy?
Poetry | Updated Nov 27, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
How I feel. | down there
By Blue Eyes
Anna is in prison, and in prison there are the kings and the queens, invisible to the guards and frightening to the inmates. Anna is spotted by a queen and is immediately in danger. She is the good girl, quiet type, but thinks that prison can change anyone, she has only been there for two days.
I wrote this after a dream I had about falling from a canyon.
Although it means so much to me, it may not mean much to a reader. but I am sure somewhere someone may find it a little like some way they have felt before.
the actual title of this poem is
By Charlie Dewatt
This an editorial and my opinion about educational institutions. Inspired by a real story of a student. Please read and share your views with me.
Ever feel utterly destroyed beyond any sort of repair? I understand.
A short poem/novel about being in love and not being able to make them feel the way you do.
This is just a short story that i feel i can relate to and hopefully you can too
Where should I start I have no clue. My eldest son was bullied in school from primary school to high school. Life changes and expect to be perfect for everyone nevertheless itâ€™s not always the case where life will be, this situates that my son Mayn and for all young people suffering in...
People who have anxiety disorders can sometimes have panic attacks, and take from somebody with a history, they are incredible unpleasant. When I was in primary school, other kids used to make me feel like shit on purpose so I would have a panic attack, and apprantly I looked like a 'jellyfish'....
It's amazing how much passion you can write when struggling with pain,
I hope to never feel this way again.