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Traveling My WorldA Poem by Andrea Celine G.Traveling My World There I was again, Alone and ignored. Why am I always in this den? The sky I've never soared. Is it because of my face? P.. |
ChangesA Poem by Andrea Celine G.See that girl in the mirror? She's lonely and broken now. She's the joyful one before, It happened let me tell you how. You see, all people chan.. |
HeartbrokenA Poem by Andrea Celine G.There she was, back on the ground, She wept and wept not making any sound. For the boy she love, loves someone else, It feels like she's thrown to .. |
Falling Into the AbyssA Poem by Scarlet M.When words would not come out On times I grieve, I put my heart on my hands. When pain, loneliness, and agony are the only things that exist, I lay .. |
GoalsA Story by InfinitedreamerI'm not quite there yet. But one day I will be. |
World AlmanacA Poem by Brett HernanAn extract from an epic prose poem, written in 1992. |
Holey TightsA Story by Evy Morgan-AndersonA girl gets in trouble for being different |
Crack BabiesA Poem by TheUnrulyWriterAn ekphrasis poem about Kurt Cobain inspired by his pastel artwork of the same title. |
Grunge lives on with re-emerging influences on mod..A Story by Kat WentzellIt's like an anti-pop genre. |
a letter to the man i loveA Poem by carmenje t'aime a mort |
Just come home I love youA Poem by TylerSearching for myself in the dust of chaos I left behind when my face splattered on the love that flew from my heart |
The mistress to my demonsA Poem by TylerLooking for that women who will f**k me at gun point after I rob the world for what it's worth |
A Devils threatA Poem by TylerDon't push my art to the ledge I'll put your heart in a grip and throw it off the edge of insanity -- |
dip.A Poem by witchofthisageHis thoughts have always looked so inviting,like a cool spring with its surface shiningunder the merciless rays of sunlight and heat.This is the mome.. |
numbA Poem by aspenshe lays on the unwelcoming concrete, smelling of cherry vanilla cola and potfingers hovering over the blood gushing from her nose, she smears it down.. |
Revolution For SaleA Poem by Indra's ChildI'm not posting the recording just yet... |
WavelengthA Story by ChrysalisSomeone reappears from Emma's past, but she doesn't remember him. |