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  • Poetry » General, Literature
    He Could Not Escape
    8

    He ran. He hurtled a bush. He ran. He continued on. He ran. He left it all behind. He ran. He left the pain. He ran. He left his failure. ...


    thebookworm - Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:41 pm

  • Short Story » Historical Fiction, Literature
    My Civil Thoughts
    4

    I remember the days of my youth. You see I am an old man now. I was foolish then, unwise. I was headstrong and thought I deserved to be King ...


    thebookworm - Tue Mar 06, 2012 7:41 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure, Literature
    The Last Knight of Medina Prologue
    0

    It was the year 567 A.C. , Sir Cameron Strife was standing outside his tent and looked over the hill that towered over his army. Hands behind his back, a ...


    LadyAzelas - Tue Mar 06, 2012 1:53 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Dramatic
    Clean up your own tears
    1

    Black - you feel, you’re out of the shock Alone in dark surrounded with more fog. Slowly from lips of soul tears start to


    chetanbhasin - Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:56 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Other
    Do Not
    3


    ElrRay - Sat Mar 03, 2012 12:30 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Spiritual
    I Am You; Dedicated to both of them...
    4


    ElrRay - Thu Mar 01, 2012 10:51 am

  • Article / Essay » Literature, Humor
    Charles Mingus
    0

    KABLOOZLEMAN Music Appreciation- Jazz HIS TEACHER 1/18/12 Charles Mingus:


    Kabloozleman - Tue Feb 28, 2012 3:47 am

  • Article / Essay » Literature, Humor
    The Toilet and I: Kindred Spirits
    3

    KABLOOZLEMAN, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT! College Comp 1. MY TEACHER, WHO DO YOU THINK? 2/23/12 The Toilet and I: Kindred Spirits On beginning this essay, the writer ...


    Kabloozleman - Tue Feb 28, 2012 2:03 am

  • Short Story » Literature, Dramatic
    Mother
    1

    As I race down the avenue, my only thought is 'Where are you?' Thue burning tears streaming down my face, almost matching the buckets of rain ...

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    Markenna - Sat Feb 25, 2012 1:05 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative, Literature
    Different days
    4

    For a friend


    Skydreamer - Sun Feb 19, 2012 1:26 pm

  • Lyrics » Literature, Other
    Lifes Got Me In Its Pocket (protest poem)
    4

    Snatching the babys hand. For lifes not what I love. Its the peoples choice. Its democracy and love. Adams protest: No apostrophe. I can bend language. All days of the ...


    MasterGrieves - Sat Feb 11, 2012 3:23 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Other
    Sailed This Ship
    3

    I have sailed this ship for many years, And I shall not dock it now, I have more seas yet to discover, And journeys to commence, Through sun or storm; ...


    Shakespeare - Fri Feb 03, 2012 7:08 pm

  • Lyrics » Realistic, Literature
    Darkest Hour
    1

    She was always loved Yet she didn't know, she couldn't take It anymore so, where did she grow up? I have yet to find, find out a reason Drowned into ...


    MasterGrieves - Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:03 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Dramatic
    The woman
    3

    I am a Woman, Bound by the intricacies of my youth Vassal of man's irateness Emblem of purity, fineness and fairness Convoluted, yet modest In solipsism and silent melancholy This ...


    dolwright - Tue Jan 31, 2012 2:07 pm

  • Poetry » Literature, Dramatic
    The woman
    1

    I am a Woman, Bound by the intricacies of my youth Vassal of man's irateness Emblem of purity, fineness and fairness Convoluted, yet modest In solipsism and silent melancholy This ...


    dolwright - Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:47 pm


"You're wrong about humanity. They are your greatest creation because they're better than you are. Sure, they're weak, and they cheat and steal and destroy and disappoint, but they also give and create, and they sing and dance and love. Above all, they never give up."
— Metatron