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hou I am and seem to beA Poem by PAINratioThis is a true little story for the most of us |
Little Girl, TryingA Poem by BLBrownA poem about my daughter who was very afraid of storms when she was little. |
Kurai HoshiA Poem by L'Enfant TerribleRed is the ink as the wine coloured blood you and I have,Silver is the moon where I'm trying to find whatever I am looking for,Though I know what it i.. |
Frowning ClownsA Chapter by YouoweYoupayIs it alright? To not know where you are? |
ThunderstormA Poem by Wild Willow BlueA face alone, faces alone.. |
Lost, Alone and Very AfraidA Poem by Wild Willow BlueDetached from reality.. |
Chain SmokerA Poem by Wild Willow BlueIt's hard to quit an addiction so strong.. |
10 O'clock on a Sunday MorningA Poem by Wild Willow BluePlease believe that it is not your fault.. |
Murderess In the DarkA Poem by BLBrownIt is dark. I see an old woman in the corner. Her head is shrouded in a heavy veil. She holds a single candle to light her face. She.. |
Chapter 1A Chapter by Isabelle Faye{Chapter One} A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.~Edward de BonoHeather woke with a gasp, her whole b.. |
MirrorsA Poem by Isabelle FayeMirrors, Reflecting yourself. Take a look... Do you see the pale girl staring back? Her eyes wide, afraid. A fading bruise on her arm, .. |
Prologue: Ana's BackstoryA Chapter by Olivia Knightmare"Kill her" he says |
The Nightmare's SlaveA Poem by Olivia KnightmareYou Sleep, You Die |
Lost, but not yet foundA Poem by Lost in WonderlandGliding through afield of dying grass A breeze of virulent air threatens to suffocate me It seems Like I've been lost for years, tip-toeing on broke.. |
Truth.A Story by Lyndsay ClellandA short descriptive piece about love and fear. |
The Murders of SilenceA Poem by NicoleSilence comes on a deadly card,His lips are tied, and his face is scarred,He’ll leave a coin to mark his place,Like a book mark left behind a bo.. |
First to judge are Last to seeA Poem by NicoleI s insanity as scary as they make it sound?M aybe it’s just passion, all filtered profound.U nless through eyes man dare not keep,S ilence thei.. |