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Random First Lines:This is the first script to the first issue of the comic I' writing "Dead Man's Hand" based on my short story of the same title. This is far from... » Read
An epitaph of a man's short lived partying life. I'm a beginner so any comments are welcomed!
By Juli Monat
This song is for her, the one that never was.
This essay examines how our government ignores reality when dealing with economic issues and how that place an unfair burden on the younger generations.
By J E Hunter
Envy, a hatchet, and a desire for revenge: a deadly combo. (Written for Angellyn's Pick or Choose contest.)
By Philip Roberts
The Sweeper sweeps away worthless lives to replace them with cleaner lives which have failed for some reason. (You might call her a 'Less Grim Reaper'.)
By Ana De Forno
Odette is an old soul, living life day by day in the outskirts of Paris, France until she finds herself grieving the loss of her beloved Grandmother.
On her way back to England for a memorial ceremony she is caught up in the fuss of the upper class society.
Escaping into the country home...
By Pedro Starr
Part of a series of rap battles with my younger 'gangsta' brother. Not a serious effort, more an example of the versatility of rhyme in an attempt to teach that hip-hop is always better with a point other than vanity, aggression and covetousness.
An arrogant prepster enters a strange world and discovers his true destiny.
Sam, an outcast from his village, explores the world in search of wealth and fame.
A short poem about the diminishing society and country we live in.
Hello!I am writing an opera, but I can't think of a title for it. I've posted a complete plot summery that hsould be helpful in naming it. Of course its quickly written and is one big spoiler, but thats okay. I just need a name for it so badly. Comment any suggestions down below, and I will pick...
By Matthew Carr
A poem I wrote last spring.
A young woman enters a strange reality in which she learns a valuable lesson.
Why, you might ask, am I writing this? To inform you, to let you know the signs. Not necessarily to persuade you of how not to become, but so you see the warning flags before you get hit with the shock of someone becoming totally fake.
Or, maybe, this could even serve as a self-help book. Are...
Poetry | Updated Sep 27, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0