 |
Georgia, sweet Georgia,you are my dazzling fatality. Your sweet seduction lies withinthe world’s impartiality.Networks of entangled stringseclip..
|
 |
The thunder days are growing longer.The hand sewn stitches of my blanketAre being torn. Colours fade awayWith each nights candid sleepYet another baby..
|
 |
A strenuous love story of sorts.
|
 |
Living alone had taken its tole on Arrow. Over the last tiring months, thin had gotten thinner and weak had gotten weaker. With his failing body, the ..
|
 |
Mary skipped down the road, yellow line after yellow line appearing like a never ending trail to her destiny. The color radiated quite beautifully..
|
 |
Standing upon the chopping block, Thaine didn’t know whether to feel proud or scared. He’d gained his right to be there, but hadn’t ..
|
 |
Different people, different lives, different colors. You get to experience each and every one of them. Take the journey, reach out, and grasp your own..
|
 |
I gaze intently, staring out my murky bedroom window, longing for all the things I can’t have. Thoughts collide together in my mind, creating a..
|
 |
its not really a story, but not a poem either. just a small blip of knowledge that poped into my head :) hope you like it as much as I do ;)
|
 |
I have to run.I have to leave.I've gotta get out of here.The feeling is like an itch,so strong and pressing.My nerves tingle,my legs strain.I want to ..
|
 first  prev 1
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This