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Falling all our lives. Falling with each year, falling with each day, with each night, with each cough of the clock. We were falling to our deaths.
By Lost Writer
this is fictional, but the area I live in, it could very well be a possibility...
this could be portrayed as a brother/sister, or sister/sister relationship, whichever you want it to be.
By Elton Camp
Some crimes are self-punishing
Poetry | Updated Jan 5, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
To your right lies all that you wish to escape from. To your left lies the gateway to your dreams. Yet all you can do is watch the days go by, beautiful though they may be.
Hope, humanity, and life in general.
But there are chances even if it is small. And the doctors will not go for it if the previous cases didnâ€™t show any promises.
Short Story | Updated Nov 19, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Juli Monat
What is going on through all human kind.
This was based off of two lines (the first couplet) that I wrote down a few months ago. I wanted to use them somehow and I attributed meaning to them, then wrote from there.
Please leave your interpretation on the comments.
Something written late last night, past midnight.
So, technically this morning.
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
First Poem I Ever Wrote- Comment's & Feedback Welcome x
Poetry | Updated Jun 7, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Three young boys investigate a strange man who has moved into their neighborhood...the person is a serial killer...read what happens
Life of teenager
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Alexander Mademochorites
Hope, is what i am for this man
Money, is what he wants from me.
Power, is what i have over him
A GIRL AND HER ABUSIVE LIFE AND PARENTS.
Poetry | Updated Mar 8, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Juggernaut learned first hand that feeding wild birds could be troublesome if not hazardous.