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By Labyrinth Black
A special poem for a special someone. Starts with the song 'You Are My Sunshine'
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2015 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Ariana Campuzano
A true story so i had to share it cause i know others go this too.. like, share or comment please..
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2015 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
you never think it will happen... till it happens to you. you start to panic. the best bet is to go along with it, especially when your life is at stake. my friends and i used to joke about it, till it happened to me. since then, they don't joke about it anymore. i don't joke about it anymore....
By Katarzyna Van Vitsin
A different sort of contest!
Its pretty good
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Without you life seems worthless....
Poetry | Updated Jan 13, 2015 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Never give in, never give up, for your dreams are just figments of reality that if you work hard enough to earn, to achieve glory, wait in open arms for you, don't think just do just remember to be you because in the end when all else is lost you only have your self to be friends with.
By Stephen O Neill
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and â€˜rightâ€™ on your side. But what is â€˜rightâ€™?
By Stephen O Neill
A humorous, short, but true tale of my travels in Kazakhstan, with a little, inward, thought provoking twist.
"With This Pen" is a poem about why I write.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Ethan Hughart
When three kids' parents decide to go to the store one night, a thunderstorm comes and the power goes out. The parents aren't home yet. What will happen?
I'm posting this first draft unedited. Imperfectly written as my love for you.
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
A young woman decides to make a change. She is full of life, but empty inside.
Short Story | Updated Dec 30, 2014 | Reads: 45 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Caring Frostina
My secret thoughts of a friend that I cannot share with anyone but must share with someone