Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Endless Flight : Writing

To Poetry.

To Poetry.

A Poem by Endless Flight


I just watched someone talk about poetry.About the beauty of it.And she was right.A poem is like a song.It sings to your heart.A special kind of lulla..
The worth of happiness.

The worth of happiness.

A Poem by Endless Flight


If I were to look back into the past,what would I see?Would I see the memories of happiness among friends?Would I see the joy of accomplishing somethi..
Scars on the maze

Scars on the maze

A Poem by Endless Flight


Again, I did it.The very same mistake over and over.How many more times do I have to commit it to understand?Why can't I ever understand?Why is it so ..
Friendship Tattered and Healed

Friendship Tattered and Healed

A Story by Endless Flight


We used to be best friends. We did everything together. Laughed, played games and had fun. We did all of it together. I was the small, sweet, innocent..
Survivor

Survivor

A Poem by Endless Flight


There comes a time when I get lost,In the darkness,All alone.I can't fight anymore.I don't know what to do anymore.Everything is hazy and grey and ble..
To change or not to change?

To change or not to change?

A Poem by Endless Flight


If I could turn back time and change everything,I would change it all.Change my life.Change my decisions.Change my future.And yet, I wouldn't change a..
Wonderful creatures

Wonderful creatures

A Poem by Endless Flight


I want to sleep.I want to smile.I want to cry.I want to laugh.I want to be angry.I want to grin widely.I want to show my teeth.I want to show my dimpl..
Running away

Running away

A Poem by Endless Flight


You do this all the time.You run away, far away.Run so no-one can see you,Run so no-one can hear you,Run so no-one can feel your presence,But I wonder..
When The End Arrives.

When The End Arrives.

A Story by Endless Flight


The world was going to end.Everyone said it, everyone heard it and everyone believed it. At the beginning, it all seemed like a silly myth and was cas..
My Only Gift.

My Only Gift.

A Poem by Endless Flight


Here I lay, covered in snow,Broken, shattered, bleeding,I can feel the world fade away..Who am I anyways?No-one, a nobody.No-one will cry for me,No-on..

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