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Him or the gun
K, thanks guys for all the comments! I'll try reply to each of you at the bottom of the page. Obviously I don't want to completely change my poem but ...
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Just another bit of another story....
hey guys, this is just a random section in a story I am TRYING (note trying) to write, I find stories really difficult, and as you'll probably notice I can ...
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Some people just don't listen
hey this poem was written within about ten seconds...i was feeling rather frustrated as you can probably tell. there is no if you want to suggest some please go ahead! ...
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To my best friend, it's ok to be a sunflower
To my best friend, it's ok to be a sunflowerYou stare right at a stranger, who you knew so well before,She’s thinner, harsher, more defined, though some might call her ...
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My blood for somebody special
Hi everybody. This is just something I had to write for English on Mental Instabilities. Its the second try, still not perfect! Any critiques would be hugely appreciated! thanks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Heartbleed clouds to save me
Today is a beautiful day.The clouds are towering- a Rolling, searching mass of heartbleed blue.I crick my neck and spin, my undeservingeyes absorbing the colour of life.Why can't I be ...
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Clouds are the last appeal to cynical minds.
I am putting this post on because it needs help!! So please feel free to comment! Obviously I'd rather you were truthful without being too harsh and encouragement is always ...
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The screaming chaos somehow bottled in the thing called me
I'm sorry if this is difficult to read but it is literally a diary entry and I never write my diary for others, I just felt like posting it anyway.Sometimes ...
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Taking the miracle of words for granted
Hi everyone,This was my english essay/a diary entry where I got a bit carried away. I took out my real name etc since I like this whole pseudonym thing. Please ...
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Sticks and stones
Words are often less harsh than silence, The power weapon- the tool For controlling people, used by those who know that Others will feel the solidity of the absence And ...
