A poem I wrote when I was angry. I personally don't believe that someone should start hating another just because their friend wants them to. That's despicable and anyone who does so should be ashamed of themselves.
Fifty years after a cataclysmic war, a field specialist gets stranded in an unregistered planet. Tasked with a classified mission, a surprise encounter will force her to choose whose side she is on. Would she survive?. What is the importance of the mission?
Your anger takes control as your rage is directed at the one closest to you...at one you vowed to never have conflicts with. The dilemma is big as anger and revenge overpower mercy and forgiveness. Will you forgive...or not?
The one thing every person will experience in their lifetime whether it be physical or psychological.
I’m not talking about a papercut or your boyfriend breaking up with you. Now that may be pain, but i'm talking about actual pain. Something that can screw you up so much that…
Something that I came up with during a dark time in my life. Honestly, I'm still going through a rough time every now and then. I never published the poem like I intended to do when I first wrote it because I felt like it was too... "raw". But here…
After admitting herself into North-Star Psych-Home for Adults, Lucy learns of a new technique which can help to quell her angry outbursts. It is through this technique, however, that she discovers what she is truly capable of.
(Criticism welcome, please be as harsh as you can!)
Some say, women get angry easily because they are possessive. But it also shows how much they care for their husband. Husbands, on the other hand, if they understand the love of a wife, will never get angry. Marriage is meant for happiness.
This is my response to a certain evil person on YouTube who hates, rants, harass and infringes like there's no tomorrow and yet he gets more views by the day. I'm sure you know who he is; if not, it's understandable (his channel is small, but he's got a big…
i sit down here in my own dark corner
knees to my chest, hands over my head.
the screams i scream are silent
i feel so unheard, so alone in this silent but deadly despair.
theres no-one around
no one can find me
no one can reach me.
This is about moving on, problems and bad memories can't be forgotten or replaced by good times, they follow us around and always will. We can't choose that, we do however have one choice: whether we live with them or :let them destroy us. Living with them would mean ignoring…