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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    mock love poem
    3

    In honor of this sickly-sweet day, I am writing mock-love-poetryfeel free to tear it to piecesMy lover's hair is as soft as a burlap sackI stroke his armpit to get ...


    FLyerS - Sat Feb 06, 2010 8:22 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    Love From Music: Chapter 2
    6

    Love From MusicChapter 2 When Kaylin woke up, she had a splitting headache, and she felt slightly sick to her stomach. She had no clue where she was. After the ...

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    VanillaTwilight93 - Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:37 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Chess/Love Game
    4

    She's beautiful, I remarkI'm the black pieces, bold and brave and dashing,She's the charming glass, glistening, beautiful, smart.Our pawns meet at the halfway line:And it's like, “Hey there, how are


    LookUpThere - Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:30 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Eternity
    5

    Eternity.Eternal is a fearful word,But I beg for my infinity,To reach it would just be absurd-The real unfinished symphony,That hat has no start and has no end,But a broken note; ...


    patatopie - Sat Feb 06, 2010 7:24 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    My Razor
    4

    This is a short little poem I wrote when I was at a very dark time in my life. It's not perfect, and I would greatly appreciate some help to ...


    myruin - Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:51 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    We Will Not Be Forgotten
    3

    Hi everyone, this is a (major) revision of the original: Carpe DiemFeedback is much appreciated. We Will Not Be ForgottenLife, such a meaningless passes from light to darknessin a flicker. ...


    JSPike - Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:41 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Void
    3

    The darkness engulfs youNowhere to hideThe man in the dark will bring another attackThe end must be nighThe light in the window must be a crack in the skyDisobeying the ...


    IAmAries - Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:21 pm

  • Short Story » General
    Singing Wind
    6

    Wolves have little concept of "I."So forgive us if we are forgetful.Before this story deteriorates, let me introduce name's Kora. "An unusual pup, to be sure." Father's voice echoes loudly ...


    Stori - Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:19 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Romantic
    A new home, A new Love ( ch 3)
    6

    The sunrise woke me up the next day, a con about living in a tower above the tree line. Then the smell of French toast made me get dressed and ...


    callmeLily73 - Sat Feb 06, 2010 6:16 pm

  • Short Story » Fantasy
    Wind [Story]
    7

    Hello everybody, my name is Izumi and I have written for a while. I just started here so if I do something wrong please correct me. Thanks!WindChapter 1 “Welcome aboard ...


    IzumiRyuichi - Sat Feb 06, 2010 5:39 pm

  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy
    I Need You To Write. - 10.
    6

    10. Mr. Davis“I didn’t think his scars were that bad,” came the sound of Maya’s voice. “Personally, I thought they made him look yummier.” Just shut up, I thought, squeezing ...


    EmmaJane - Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:51 pm

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    It's Funny, Sometimes
    6

    It’s funny how some things last forever, even when they have faded awayHidden behind a far corner of our minds,It’s funny how brick can break,Even though we think it’s one ...

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    JustDance - Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:51 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    The Flower
    7

    Drop a seedlet it fallwhen it is on the groundlife starts.Soon sprouts of joy will comebe patientlet it grow.A bud appears, love starts.A flower grewand now we are here.


    Sionarama - Sat Feb 06, 2010 4:08 pm

  • Poetry » Other
    Leaf?
    3

    I'm not quite sure what to call this, so I'll just go with a tentative "leaf". It's a haiku—it's supposed to be short.______________________________________________The single leaf hangsA bitter fros


    StrangeGirl - Sat Feb 06, 2010 3:57 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    A Poet's Dream
    8

    Laying on summer's edgethe grass as sweet as honeyyou sleep in.you awakegentle words run down your face likecaressing rain.weaving them togetheryou makea tempest of wordsacross the fielda girl profess


    Sionarama - Sat Feb 06, 2010 3:30 pm


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