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Truth Be Told, Eulogy For My LoveA Poem by Alana McGuireYou never came when I called. My beckoning need for you echoed and surrounded your inattentive ears, but you all but spat upon my outstretched hand a.. |
Smiling Veins, Over Smothered VainA Poem by Alana McGuireFinally letting go of the person who hurt you the most, that you dearly cherished |
Dearly Beloved, It Ends Here TonightA Poem by Alana McGuirefinally letting go and puttig distance between you and the love who hurts you the most |
Stuck in YouA Poem by Jed SabffleCaptivated by what I feel. |
AbandonA Book by SomeTypeOfArtistFirst few chapters of a novella I recently finished. It's about a high school student's encounter with a classmate who has an imaginary friend and th.. |
White HorizonA Poem by Nicholas Antonio YoungThis is the very first song I wrote. |
Everything I DoA Poem by ZombriJust some thoughts... |
Long ForgottenA Poem by dtrooshAnother song |
Don't Kid YourselfA Poem by I Am AlexisHigh School can be frustrating sometimes.... There are so many labels and broken friendships. This is a poem that describes that. Sorry, It's pretty .. |
What I Would SayA Poem by MusicJunkieI'm pretty sure my crush has a girlfriend, but he led me on. Made me think I actually had a chance. Now I know the truth. This is what I want to say t.. |
Songs Of Our ReGenerationA Book by cynicalbelieverWith the last song for Redemption...just about complete I thought I'd get to work on my next album.These songs are less about love and more about what.. |
The Dirt Beyond the GrassA Story by DeeReflections upon oneself |
Ending The CircleA Poem by Taylor WilliamsWell i havent beem on here in awhile and i havent written in even longer but i guess you can say i found a little inspiration again |
TrampA Poem by Rachel MyersInspired by true events. |
There is No ResurrectionA Poem by Lesley Wood'...There is no resurrection Only nostalgic desire As faded memories caress Like ghost butterflies...' |
I'm Just A-Ramblin'A Poem by Jordan A. WilsonMy heart cracks a little When I think of me and you Yet, I’d rather let it crack Than be broken into two |
YearningA Poem by demuremindsAnd if I leave,would these pale wallsremember me?Would my scent be foreverhidden beneath the covers?Would the morning air wisp through these windows r.. |