Tags : sorrow

Truth and Lies

Truth and Lies

A Poem by YouoweYoupay


a train of feelings dissolved in rhymes.
Feel to be Free

Feel to be Free

A Poem by Drew


Alright just wrote this today. Haven't finished it yet.
How?

How?

A Poem by Emilia Kuemin


This was when I found out my dad was getting re-married.
World

World

A Poem by Psykolabe


I can't change myself, but there is nothing worth changing for, the world crumbles beneath my feet, but you stand resolute, with the earth bene..
The Rain Whispers, I'm Not Me I'm You

The Rain Whispers, I'm Not Me I'm You

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


A mix of Joy Division & the despair of the way thing's are and are not.
Undying Tomorrow

Undying Tomorrow

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


An undying tomorrow; friends of sorrow; lay to rest; on the night of morrow. Mark of raw; torments and flaw; lives on forever; with silence of maw.
Bloodlust and Torture

Bloodlust and Torture

A Story by Alysha


I wrote this one day for a contest, but it didn't end up fitting the bill, but I still like how many chills you get from reading it.
Her Sorrow

Her Sorrow

A Story by Albatross


Don't Lose Sight Of What Matters

Don't Lose Sight Of What Matters

A Poem by Jong Schrijver


Sometimes in life things will go wrongFriends will be lost and others will be foundIt's an age old tale with a sorrow soundIt'll start with something ..
Really Smile

Really Smile

A Poem by Jess95


Bring back painful memoriesI thought were lost but I guess were foundbrief amount of happiness I wish I never felt’cause it was a lie these fe..
Loneliness

Loneliness

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Alone with time left still, afraid to dream, for it can kill. Your shadow's your only friend, and everything else so hard to comprehend.
My Friend, only

My Friend, only

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé


love....a little tired of it.
Hero

Hero

A Poem by Mandy


you know.. i don't really know.
Little Wooden Box

Little Wooden Box

A Poem by Poet Travis


In the worst part of the city, a man lay dead on the ground The blood had flowed from him, there were puddles all around His life had been taken..
1: Meeting Noah Constance

1: Meeting Noah Constance

A Chapter by Anonymous


Chapter one of Remembering Innocence.

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