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Thrown AwayBy: Makayla JohnsonChapter One There is a place for kids like me, it's called Juvenile Hall. No, I haven't been arrested yet but I've had about a million "last ...

I wrote this a long time ago but I thought it was okay. It's a little dark, just warning you.We were walking downa midnight road,the stars were newbut now they're ...

This is set from the perspective of a dog living in a dog-pound where animals die on the spot, are killed, starved, etc. These types of animal shelters do exist. ...

I wrote this just a while ago. I have to tell you, though, all the spelling and grammar errors are done on purpose.There ain't no such thing as freedom,the word's ...

Sombre streets of flooded yellow,dim crusted lime, scarlet red as blood,pavement melted , molded black,dripping with the crimson splash.Lamppost,where the tree once stood.Light source,replaced the sun

This one may be a bit hard to decipher but it's basically a poem about life's brutal kicks and punches.Lying,-Concrete grass-Dying,-Fatal slash-Crying-Of what you stash-Alone again.Fought the war.Righ

If I had wingsI'd fly away from herewith all I hold deardeep in my heart.I'd live for the freedomof wild blue skies,lost deep in thought,no more despise.If I had wingsI'd ...

Prologue Blazing light fell down upon me, lashing my already-bloodied wings, forcing me down to Earth, forcing me to scream in agony as the others circled around, their eyes cold, ...

I followed him slowly into the Weaponry, conscious of all the gun-nuts watching me with eyebrows raised. "Uh, Eric? Why are we here?"He laughed as though it was stupid of ...

It's torture of a different kind,become a toy that all can wind.Words of deep tormenting cries,bleeding truth and taking lies.Monster found in store-bought souls,plastic faces, figure molds.Pick your

Discription: Trapped in an endless abyss, Shylen recalls the choices she made and the path she took. She can't regret her decisions, she can only accept that they were hers ...

This one's for the real people,not the plastic figurines,painted faces,sucked out stomachs,this ain't for you.This is for the ugly people,the ones who think they need itwhen they don't,the ones who've

Now anyone who knows me,knows I don't write love-poems.But you should also knowthat when I have something so say,by God, I'm gonna say it.What is love?A question so often debated.Many ...

I wasn't sure if I should consider this to be romantic or not, but I don't think romance counts as the main conflict here, the main conflict is emotion and ...

Moonlight filters through like little rivulets down in the trenches. The trench is one meter across and two deep, it zigzags across the landscape like a ragged scar. The enemy's ...

This is not supposed to be clear. The point, the background, the character's true nature are all up for interpretation. This story was meant for you to think, to actually ...

Alright, I like this one, there's a few lines I don't like but I'll fix those when I think of something better. Till then, review away!Hidden EyesRebels hide their eyes.Behind ...

Torn PaperI find myself tearing up the papers again. Papers so much like the pages of my mind, filled with words that can't make sense. I've long since figured out ...

For Earth day....Run within the field of ever,the deer of human faces,the spirits trapped inside the trees,the winged wolf, it rises.And rain falls from sunset clouds,spotting little faces.The war is ...

I have never been in love, and of course, I would like to, but not with you. When the thought crossed my mind joy was not something I felt. It ...

Where have the humans gone? All I see are drones. Robotic minds that wish for robotic bodies, not people, but things eagar to give up their flesh, all their mortal ...

I`ve removed this topic, as I realize this is not the correct category for this poem.

I am happy.(My mind...)I am always happy.(I struggle.)The world is happy.(The pain...)Everything is pretty(So dark...)and fun,(No more!)wonderful(Can't breathe...)and bright.(I'm blind.)So happy.(It h

He Died alone.Deep in the Forest Of Silence, he lay in a puddle of his own blood. Here, among the petrified branches and still-watered streams, is where he died.Alone.Death didn't ...

Silence.The song... I remembered hearing it.Darkness.What happened to the light?Moon's gone. I realized, gazing in the direction I assumed was up. No stars.Dusk. A voice whispers softly.One word.A nam

I awoke rather abruptly to a hard slap in the face and a loud cry of "Wake up!"I groaned and rubbed my cheek. "Wha..?" I blinked several times to clear ...

I awoke rather abruptly to a hard slap in the face and a loud cry of "Wake up!"I groaned and rubbed my cheek. "Wha..?" I blinked several times to clear ...

Have you ever noticed how black and white the world becomes after a while? It almost seems pointless to dream when all the world's dreams are simply.. washed away. All ...

When the moon is brightThey howl with mightThey bite and they fight!At midnight.When the hour is nearThey smirk and they leerThere's so much to fear!At midnight.They bark and they callThey ...

Death's serenade it's the dark and the rain it's the sky and the fallen sun. It's the splash of a tear past the heart and the fear that dwells in ...

Death's serenade it's the dark and the rain it's the sky and the fallen sun. It's the splash of a tear past the heart and the fear that dwells in ...

The worst kind of pain, the very worst kind is the kind you don't feel at all. The kind you can't 'walk off', the kind no pill will help, no ...

Dear Sanity, I'm sorry you have to leave so abruptly and I cannot say you will be missed, but our time together was much too long and now I'm much ...

Deep down inside, hidden forever, locked in a cage, seen but never, never truly felt, I never dealt with this calamity before. Whispers deep inside my head, my own voice ...

There's a place beyond the single frame of mind you know, a place too dark to ever go, a place found deep past mask and costume, a place locked tight ...

It twists and turns and shifts all around, all around my head. Flickering dots everywhere paintings bleeding red. I blink and then they're gone again, left staring at the dark. ...

There is something profoundly beautiful about sadness, a longing fora loss, gazing at the moon, eyes closed but still seeing, mouth ajar in a painful moan, singing the song of ...