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  • Poetry » Lyrical
    This is a Suicide Poem
    11

    To whom it may concern, that is me, laying there; have I ever looked so beautiful? I will imagine: that pale skin - so, so like Snow White - is ...


    Sureal - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Lyrics » General
    Screaming your name
    6

    Why did you have to go Got me left on my o-o-o-o-o-own. You said you'll be here forever (ever) until we're gray and o-o-o-o-old. (oh yeah) Why did you lie ...

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    Jaliayh101 - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Bandages: Part Five
    3

    Welcome to the last installment to "Bandages". I've had a huge amount of fun writing this, expanding my writing mind. But, every story must come to an end. After this, ...


    day tripper - May 10, 2008 - 9 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    What heart?
    15

    What Heart? You say to me, give me your heart. But why? Why was I placed on this futile earth, to live, breath, basically worship you? How can I give ...


    Writing for love is a pas - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    my moonlight
    5

    Girl If you allow me To take you home With me After we embrace Stay with me For your rays of love Would wake me Like the sunrise never could ...

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    redline480 - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Historical Fiction
    Southern Sky - Part I
    8

    (deleted) I couldn't remember where I wanted to go with this...


    alicat159 - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Eat it up
    11

    Bland feelings. Blunt passion. Is this what I deserve? Hopeless affections. Cheating on me, again; Man, you have a nerve. So, you go and move away To another state. Didn't ...


    Writing for love is a pas - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Action / Adventure
    Jynara Chapter 1, Birth
    3

    “Jynara. Jynara. Jynara,” strange words flowed through my head. I opened my eyes and saw a sea of black over my head. A sea of black with tiny pinpricks of ...


    Moonclaw_Warrior_of_Night - May 10, 2008 - 3 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Into the Blue
    3

    I haven't had much experience with poetry but I am starting to enjoy it. Any critique would be great. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The wind


    CaitE Baloney - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Eighth (And LAST) Chapter of Wrong or Right
    15

    Smirking, I walked out of Chad’s house, lugging my bags behind me. Eric was there, waving to me from the driver’s seat of his SSC Aero TT—way cooler than the ...


    Ross - May 10, 2008 - 4 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Strangers' Meeting
    8

    Strangers’ Meeting It’s funny how Fate works in unfathomable ways. Just a few days ago I met a man whose path I’d fallen into the day before. He was checking ...


    Gahks - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Painted Phenomenon
    4

    Painted Phenomenon Beauty was never a choice, Love was never to be. For I was born to be a monster, Scarred as nothing but defeat. I hide behind this painted ...


    SkaterPunk2011 - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    That Night
    6

    That Night I have not come to the lake to confess my sins. For that night was the first and the only time we would ever be full of joy. ...


    Gahks - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Forgotten Diety chapeter 1
    9

    Chapter one: The side show It was nine years since then. Adeline was walking towards the ticket booth pitifully trying to evade the crowd. Shoving her aside like a forgotten ...


    Fall_Into_The_Sky - May 10, 2008 - 5 min read

  • Poetry » Other
    Dawn and Dusk
    8

    It glares into the corners, thrusting their contents into view. The bare ones it discovers, and lights up all their flaws. It thrusts its glowing fingers into cringing faces, whose ...


    Adnamarine - May 10, 2008 - 1 min read


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