SimplyMe

This is a poem about why I always say sorry. It's basically just me expressing myself. So if it sucks as bad as i think it does, then tell me ...

I loved the poem but it's kinda depressing, I'm sorry... :D. I'll do a report later, 'cause I'm in IT right now. Carry on writing!

I’ve spread my wings, I’m ready to fly, Why must you stop me one more time, To say goodbye? Do not tell me again, What I mean to you. Do ...

In a year. The world My world Is rocked back and forth. Death approaches closer For a friend of mine But which one? Is that the point? Will it not ...

Love the poem. You made a few mistakes that Layleun spotted out. If I understood the message correctly I liked it, and, frankly, if I didn't IT'S JUST POETRY ISN'T ...

Sorry it's a bit big but here's the image that inspired me to write this poem.

I do not believe in any god since the phrase I most identify to is ''If I don't see it I don't believe it'', and, truthfully, I haven't seen anything ...

As I understand it, the main argument against them being alive is that they're not made up of cells , which is generally considered to be a requirement of life.[/quote] ...

I read somewhere that a guy from NASA had confessed that the part of the video where Armstrong steps out of the capsule was filmed in Nevada.

Calling someone a retard is bad, unless if they are one, since being retarded is being born with learning problems. Lame should also stop being used as being lame is ...

My mother won't let me but if I could, I would give them food, drinks and clothes. If you give them money they can buy drugs and stuff like that.

I think it should ONLY be allowed if when having the baby there's a danger the mother could die. Apart from that, I'm against abortion.

I want to live, I want to shout, I want to feel the universe on top of me. I want to run in freedom, I want to cry with joy, ...

The leaf bed is a crunching carpet of gold and orange. As the breeze blows, branches sway like acrobats on a tight rope. Sunlight shimmers through the trees, making the ...