Forsaken stories, books, poems, and more

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Listen to the cadence of the blowing wind. Listen to the smothered cries of forsaken dreams as they fade and float away like falling leaves of time into the flowing waters that quench the thirst and appetite of fields that draw the breath and sweat of toiling human souls under… Read More

Poem / Romance

October 12, 2018

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Comments: 2

The Booksie Classic House

if someone said "I love you", would you believe them? Read More
Can you see through that fox you ignore? For how long will be putting ourselves at fault for something we didn't do... Read More

Poem / Poetry

May 14, 2018

Reads: 504

Comments: 1

The Booksie Classic House

the crime you didn't do ,the fault you never had ,the moments you get blamed for .where do you go from there? Read More

Tags: love, lost, forsaken

Poem / Fantasy

September 20, 2017

Story of god/The black guitar Read More
This one is more of a catchy rock scenario Read More

Tags: hell, forsaken, metal

A Journey in to the world of your inner mind, One man goes on a quest to figure out why he's trapped in what he thinks is a dream, what will chris do what will he find, will you discover something true to you? Read More

Reads: 752

Comments: 1

The Booksie Classic House

accord star friendship star love star reconciliation star truce star unity star amity star armistice star cessation star conciliation star concord star neutrality star order star pacification star pacifism star treaty star Read More
Revenge is bitter and sweet. Read More

Reads: 407

Comments: 1

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God has forsaken the world when mankind seems to have lost his humanity, and a hundred years later revolutions, betrayal, and wars both internal and spanning continents and centuries are tearing the world apart as man creates his own Hell on earth. Read More

Tags: war, world, hell, forsaken

This is a literary interpretation of suicide, of a man who falls into despair and succumbs totally to its bittersweet caress. Read More

Reads: 655

Comments: 4

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They say that home is where the heart is And I'd have to agree. Because not so long ago I found that my heart had forsaken me. Most people are upset To find their heart had forsaken them. But me, I jump with glee To find that my heart has… Read More

Tags: love, forsaken, return

A poem about my ex-girlfreind and how much I want her back. Read More

Reads: 404

Comments: 1

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He turned against me Read More
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… Read More

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Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

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External dreams, and internal hells with a twist Read More
I wrote these lyrics for hardcore music, so if you're familiar with this kind of music, it's not usually the cutest stuff. It's pretty much about wondering if God understands how we feel. Read More
(This is a version of what would happen if valentine won in The Mortal Instruments) Alec Morgan, a 18 year old ShadowHunter faces challenges and tough times while dealing with his family's death, raising his little brother and fighting against forsaken. How will he get everything the way he once… Read More
'I am the last of my kind. My name is Ronald Derlow. Or at least, I like to call myself that. I wasn’t born to kill, but because of what they did, I consider myself to have been born twice. My second birth was to create Cloven Cherub, the perfect… Read More
Slouching on the chipped red bench, my gloved fingers unconsciously reached for the Vogue magazine to place in front of my face. Footsteps echoed on the dusty concrete. Heels, I guess. “Hey. When did you, a guy, start reading Vogue?” descended an acidic sarcastic voice between the magazine and me.… Read More
A palindrome poem about the lovers leap of a cliff Read More

Reads: 4348

Comments: 38

The Booksie Classic House

Privileged. I was born into a rich family. Age nine, I got my first credit card ((only because mommy and daddy were tried of me using everybody else')). Age fourteen, even without a liscence, I got my first car. A sleek black Lotus. Age fifteen, I learned my family was… Read More

Poem / Poetry

May 16, 2009

Reads: 952

Comments: 9

The Booksie Classic House

A short poem thats about being lonely. Read More
I didn't know what to classify it as so it went here.I hope anybody who reads this, will enjoy and unnderstand the following. Read More

Reads: 452

Comments: 1

The Booksie Classic House

It's a not so common poem about the most damned of all fictional beasts Read More
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