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By Hyde Oasis
Dream as if you were God
Poetry | Updated Dec 4, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Oliver Daisies
i decided to have a go at writing a song, i'm fairly happy with this first draft so far. i might write more sometime.
This story or group of stories, is about the tales that we know about, but don't think about enough to really care. I hope that this can be considered an eye-opener for many people, because not many people evaluate a situation with someone.
I was going through my journal, I came across a poem I had written months ago. Partially written, so I read it I just started to write. This is what I came of with. I didn't have a chance to think, about what I was going to write. It was like my fingers just kept moving.
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Quickly put together, hopefully giving off an interesting message.
This is really quite depressing, but I really felt the need to express my thoughts on nuclear weaponry and the opinions of world governments towards them. Why does anyone keep ANY? This shouldn't be some penis size contest between leading powers, it should be a non-issue. No one should have any...
A poem of being unique, read it and you will understand!
When a person is tired of his day-to-day routine, a girl comes and sets him free from is all.
By Hanif Tariq Ballard
Sean, a nice, strong, young man, and Crimson, the rich, talented, and strange young woman have loved each other since they were in the first grade. They promised to one day marry each other. However, one Thanksgiving, Crimson's butler and friend, Higgins comes to Sean to inform him of her...
i was watching a wedding and this man left his wife at the alter she was heartbroken then she sang a song days after explaining how he hated love and was only in it for the money
By Aaron Thorne
Alan Wake, a widely known and talented author finds himself in the midst of his own, dark imagination. At the beginning of this thrilling journey, Wake is visited by a bright light to guide him along his chiaroscuros vacation.
This poem, for whatever reason, puts me in the mindset of how my Grandma Jane may have felt... She passed away on February 15th, 2013, in her sleep. It also reflects how I feel right now. This is my own extension/inspiration from "Asleep" by The Smiths..
This also briefly uses lyrics from...
By Angel Plant
My second poem for my book . I will write them and hope you will enjoy.
An artist always makes art, whether he intends so or not.