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humanity ? what's that ?
As I saw blades spark for my amusement, I also saw you. Image courtesy of 'AquaSixio (Toutes les larmes de son corps)
By Veronika Sage
a lullaby i wrote 2day. sorry i havent uploaded much in a while!! new stuff is coming soon hopefully.
This is my first novel.. It's a real story of a girl named ALISHA.. Who is young, smart and beautiful.. Ambitious, trying hard to get into perfect profession.. But at mid of her study at university, she was being suffered for being so kind, helpful, polite and friendly..
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By Alegria Marie
Sometimes we have to live without each other in order to do what's right. Written for my sister, who found this truth out far too early on in life.
Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The message of the poem simply tells us to let go even if it's so hard to do it. Do not try to hold on to a person who is no longer happy with your relationship.
We all have that special someone in our life that is there for us when we need them and people that we are there to help as well.(In the poem its like 2 people talking)
By Mai Tempest
Some poems I wrote over a period of time. Most, if not all of them, are about abuse, insanity, and death. Tell me what you think, please.
how can u live when u've lost ur true love without any reason
and regreting can't help u or make the past come again or make ur true love come back
taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"
By Rajan Thapaliya
SITTING BY THE WINDOW LOOKING OUT AND ALL
I CAN SEE IS THE REFLECTION OF YOU. WONDERING
IF YOU ARE KEEPING AN EYE ON ME, BUT WHAT CAN
I SAY OR WHAT CAN I DO WITH MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU,
I SURELY JUST WANT TO DIE.
By James Cambria
This is what depression feels like.
This is a poem I wrote, when my grandfather died. He was very dear to me. I get a lot of (what I think is) humor from him.
Poetry | Updated Nov 17, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
my mind wasn't, isn't, too windy to blow away what's perennial