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By James Edgar Cooper
This is a poem that I wrote for DanielReidy's 'Dark Poetry Contest.' This is my very first try at something which is a bit darker than my usual works because I usually like to write poetry that has a happy ending... But this was quite a challenge with it being new territory to me. I've tried my...
I wrote this poem while cry. This is dedicated to my mom who just passed away. It's hard for me to unleash her in my heart.
Poetry | Updated Mar 17, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Robert Freeman
A Poem that tells of the potential happiness that we often forget exist due to the many hardships in life.
Observation on self-inflicted suffering
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 6
A little piece I wrote idly. Inspired by a dollhouse and a song by 3OH!3 with Neon Hitch.
By Ashley Paddon
After having mysteriously woken up in a desert, in a world different to his own, Colin must now embark on a strange and sometimes dangerous journey to enable his return. A journey to where though, and what perils will he face along the way? This is about to be the strangest period of Colin's...
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It is my view on those that discourage or downgrade people who are struggling to survive.
By Bernard Thatcher
A man contemplates about his life.
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
Lost are those in the sea, but what is their pain that they forever seek.
Poetry | Updated Oct 4, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
When the seagulls cry what do they say? What is their pain thay they cry out to we?
Short Story | Updated Sep 15, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
The demise and birth of the Chuckling Witch.
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Feeling different, kinda changing the style of writing now. Liking this more and hope you do too. Poem is about change and being confused on who your are supposed to be.
A personal poem I wrote for a woman, a woman it turns out was more afraid of love than me. bummer. well here is a piece of me. one the ladys in this world would like.
Poetry | Updated Jun 26, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0