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Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
By Rami Abu Salah
A love poem
Poetry | Updated Apr 4, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about a man who has lost his woman..
This is when I moved to England from Canada, but I'd be back soon.
This is a shorter poem I did, just mainly for purpose of not appearing dead here. Note!! I have more things to add later :)
The Summer I Turned Pretty is about a girl named Belly and her quest to finally have Conrad, the boy she's been wanting for basically ever. When summer rolls around so does the beach house, and a whole new game. BOYS. Jeremiah and Conrad have always been their. She's trying to get Conrad, but...
me and u
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By P Alford
Loving your life both good and bad
Poetry | Updated Dec 10, 2010 | Reads: 40 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Gregory Espy
Every once in a great while artistic expression of beauty and poetic tenderness reflects and glows on every page of a poetry book. Fortunately Gregory Espy is one of those rare talents. Messages from the Three of Hearts and Other Love Songs is the epic prose poem of the Poet and Nancy told by...
Liz Alan is a rebel. She is from a typical family, her parents arenâ€™t abusive, she has never been abused, and her brother is the all-Canadian hockey player who loves her a lot. But Liz doesnâ€™t fit in and she hates every second of her life. That is, until she is caught vandalising...
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
This was writtien by the one i love more than anything i love the things he writes cause there so deep. he has been in prision most his life so his thoughts are differetnt than most
This is a poem i wrote inspired by one of my favorite shows, dexter.
I think this poem describes itself pretty well.