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This is a description of the single feeling of lust, it features as a person in this poem. Hope it's ok.

This is a poem about jealousy and how it can drive you to feel a whole range of irrational feelings, and cause you to think irrational thoughts.

Warning: This might be a bit full on for some, but intriguing for others. Hope you like rants about life, hope it doesn't sound to pretentious either.

A Man roams the world, with a twisted illogical view on life.

This is from the perspective of a severely depresed woman. It needs A LOT of editing, so I'm looking for lot's of criticism ok guys? Haha.

The day in the life of an overly obsessive young girl. I am under the impression this story needs a lot of work. Please, help me.

This is stream of consciousness. This piece killed me. Make my life heaven and help me fix it. :)

This poem is an expression of the nearly frightening concept of the world, how it works and what it will tragically come to. It is highly dramatic. :)

Love comes in many forms, and exploration through love will often find the truest love to you.

If we don't change, the world will.

Ok, so the title is kind of crap, but i hope the story makes up for it. It is no masterpiece, but enjoy.

This is a short chapter 1 of a 15 page story i have written. It is dark and disturbing, hope that is your thing guys haha.

Second chapter-Needs work, I haven't corrected it.

Chapter 3-you all know how disturbing it is. Well, it does get worse. Still needs fixing to, so help me if you can.

Love clashes between two people with different means of expressing it.

The disturbing nature of the story is only going to build more. Prepare yourself. Also, help me fix it! xx

DO NOT! I REPEAT! DO NOT READ THIS IF SICK, DIRTY, INTENSE STUFF DOES NOT APPEAL TO YOU! I AM NOT JOKING!

This needs fixing, however, whoever has read the previous chapters; I think you'll appreciate the unexpected twist.

Requires editing-the second last, hopefully climactic chapter to a twisted tale of fear and obsession.

Feelings are difficult to define, and sometimes we feel a way for reasons we cannot describe.

The future of the planet is determined by our will.

A controversial, blasphemous short, that I hope to turn into a performance. It is a rough draft, so be nice haha.