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All the things we should have said but couldn't. The screams we could have stop but wouldn't, with every fight we realized things for us were not so simple.
Short Story | Updated Dec 31, 2014 | Reads: 55 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is something I've mentally put together over the course of the season so far..... The title stands figuratively and literally.
By Juli Monat
The lonely unicorn.
If you are looking for a sweet poem for her on a very special day-Valentine's Day. You on a right place.
Storm and Dannie were best friends. Empahsis on the word were. Storm has just had the worst experience for someone her age, her mother was murdered, her father gone, and her sister as distant as ever. Now, when she needs her best friend the most, she gets the cold shoulder? Why? Well, Storm has...
i dont know if ill make this a full story yet, comment if you want it to be though. its about a nine year old little girl. i know its realy short sorry about that.
By Jess Jackie
A girls struggle in her faith.
Anger and fury.
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
By Bh Anonymous
A high school aged girl tells her story, holding deep secrets that she has never told anyone mixed with the complicated life of a typical teenager.
My last attempt at persuading one of my friends away from dating a girl who is rumored to have AIDS. In doing so, he betrayed the trust of me and all his friends.
A poem I wrote very quickly one evening. My head was full of voices from the day and I needed to scribble down some words to kind of put words on my frustration. It often helps me, and it did that night.
It is officially written in Danish, so the Danish version will also be here, for those who...
Poetry | Updated Oct 26, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem for Christian Taylor's competition. I really don't know exactly what it's about, but to me, it seems like that this girl is hurt and lost and doesn't want people to come yell at her for being the loner she is. PLEASE FAN ME!
This is a short, non-rythmetic poem about verbal abuse from your parents.