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Night Freestyle

Night Freestyle

A Poem by Jonny


Call it a rap or poem
~ Paradise

~ Paradise

A Poem by


~ Paradise? E.L. Elisa Laura, FreeStyle, Thoughts, Fantasy, Fiction, Love, Romance, Over? Hope? Still? Rebirth
Renewal

Renewal

A Poem by Gina Ansa


Reflection In Sayings
Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone who ever felt imperfect...)

Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone w..

A Poem by Alessa Hawthorne


"Why do we always strive for perfection?" is the thought that ran through my head as I wrote this poem. We've all associated perfection with beauty at..
About Vita....GAH!!!!

About Vita....GAH!!!!

A Story by Vita Rose


Don't you hate that small box asking you to describe yourself.... like all of my two and half decades can fit... here it goes.
"(t)Add Writing: a recipe"

"(t)Add Writing: a recipe"

A Poem by thomas the younger


a thick-laid quickie; SOC
Men Love Sarah Fisher

Men Love Sarah Fisher

A Poem by Fierre Royaly


a freestyle of "Girls Love Beyoncé" that I made about Sarah Fisher from Degrassi.
Looking 4 U

Looking 4 U

A Poem by baregoddess


I want to create a new kind of love..a help me get over who I am now kind of lovea new slate kind of lovenew clothes, new look kind of lovean I moved ..
Borders

Borders

A Poem by Camila Arango


This is a poem I submitted into a contest for the theme of "The world would be a better place if" and I won #1 Gold
A wayward step.

A wayward step.

A Story by TUS


One of many stories which I am working one that will eventually interlink in a series that will hopefully captivate the imaginations of those who read..
Loyalty

Loyalty

A Poem by Virgobaby


To devout yourself to a person in the end to discover that their not the one
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Audrey Wynters


Another old one, written 12 years ago.
Side Note

Side Note

A Poem by B. Brown


Freestyle write about walls
Tell me, Why do we change?

Tell me, Why do we change?

A Poem by ems92


I met her the other day for lunch.The vibrancy she left with years ago was different, duller.She still smiled when she talked,But her laughter felt in..
The Bullet

The Bullet

A Story by Eponine is my Spirit Anim..


A swimmer's first meet