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Chapter 1: "By God."A Chapter by RosalieEmorosaHe Meets this girl for the first time. Who is she? What is she about? Can he trust her? Is the questions that go through his head. He decides to appro.. |
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a PhotographA Poem by Juliet RaySo for a university English class, our professor got us to read Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens. She then asked us to writ.. |
Nothing At AllA Poem by MatthewHow do I feel? What do I say? |
Meet me at the BoardwalkA Poem by LeDiiscoEvery night before I fall asleep I have the same routine I think of only you So I can have that same great dream It starts off I’m alone.. |
Church... At School?A Poem by GlamGirlAmen! |
Hated At BirthA Poem by SinnerInspiredNothing left to gain, Nothing left to loseLife is what you chooseRebellious criminal your being accusedYour a thief who admits their crimes without an.. |
ApocalypseA Poem by"Run and hide for the fires consume' All that's left in sight,..." This is a poem about the disasters associated with a possible world apocalypse |
What If?A Poem byA poem filled with a surplus of "What if's" to make you think a little bit... |
Nothing At AllA Poem by Krista WeissThis is a song I wrote where I talk about what I want my love to be like. The hidden message is: I'd be a nobody without you |
A dance at twilight (a ghost nevermore)A Poem by SanityThis poetry is my first poem that I am making to be read like a song. Alot of mixed feelings helped to inspire this piece. (link to me singing it belo.. |
The RealisationA Poem by Joe MorrisA poem summing up my feelings about the first time I fell in love. Even though sadly it was un-requited. |
NatureA Poem by ZombieshotWiP |
At TimesA Poem by PoeticFurywe all feel... just in different ways |
What Will Be Left of Me. ?A Poem by Arly ParentThere isa little bit of love left in meand it's looking just for you*I don't know how long it will endureOr if it will remain Truebut I hope it''s eno.. |
The CallA Story by CowboyAustinA man gets a call from a not-so-sane woman |
I Keep Telling Myself It's Just Not In My HandsA Poem by Mike Goodwinget it rite get it rite |
Boys at the Cracked WindowA Story by InkedLanceA prose sketch of a fairly ordinary incident that occurs on a rainy night. ^_* |