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CaneA Story by Sarah RoehrigA short story in journal format that takes place in the mid 1800's about a European woman who is dealing with her families ignorance in the plight of .. |
into my SinA Chapter by Lyn Andersoninspired by many things, and this song ... |
The scarred vileA Poem by KiraHis steps made scarred marks in my soul and mind, creating suffocating speculations, crippling my weak mind and making my heart sore. The echoes of .. |
DesireA Poem by ElyraluneA dark desire rests on her lips; It drips. Smudged against her skin, Cherry stained bright In contrast with Porcel.. |
Fighting The VoiceA Poem by L.M. WeeksAs I fight the voice inside my head, the voice that has always wished me dead.I return to the place that I have never left, a place of solitude, angui.. |
Bleed FlowersA Poem by Raena CainWhen a young heart yearns for hope, it learns that life is a battle you must win |
The ..A Poem by angelAs I write this letter to you. I see shadows that surround you as the Light I see. A chill was in the air as tears begin to fall. |
At Thy FeetA Poem by jonni infernobeholdmine guilt be carved'pon this furrowed browplainly writfor all to seei pray thee nowspeak softlyfair an' sweetan' brook no lieto pass thine ruby.. |
God's WayA Poem by Alfred Kukitzbirth |
I Miss YouA Poem by Victor WaruiLong time awaiting, no see. |
You're the Vampire of my SoulA Poem by NomkhumbulwaIts actually a song, hence it may not make full sense or read correctly. It fell out of my head in the middle of a painful night, I sing it along with.. |
As Roses BloomA Poem by Michael R. BurchRoses for a Lover, IdealizedbyMichael R. BurchWhen you have become to meas roses bloom, in memory,exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,will I recallR.. |
Bloody KissA Poem by Blunt--InstrumentBite my shoulder I want to bleed for you French kiss Our salvation Blood sport I'll be back for more If not a vampire |
THE GREATEST FATHER EVERA Poem by Richie KharisUnlike any other king, my father is the most powerful He can build a mansion in seconds still he chose to be humble He prefers giving to taking for.. |
Bleed My HeartA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellHome is where our story begins. Our feet may leave but not our hearts. |