methrirr123

They came clad in gleaming steel armor, scratched from climbing the mountain to the mouth of my cave. There were a hundred soldiers, men bent upon the razing of my ...

Canned goods. Check. The Machete. Fathers handgun. Check. Ammunition. ammunition. What would my scoutmaster,Mr.Scotthave said? "Always be prepared" he would remind us, every day of our wakin

I can't hear, and yet at the same time I can hear too much. The resounding explosions of mortar over No Man's Land make my ears ring, but over the ...

A poet writes as follows here, A couplet, joyous to the ear, and eyes do see how it dost rhyme, but I don't care, since it doesn't really make a ...

They marchmiserably throughthe thick, brown mud, riddled with puddles of mucky water that ripple in the rain that falls in sheets to blind them. Their feet fall, making sickening sucking ...

I tread lightly through the night, The shadows concealing me, But a glow emerges from behind a cloud, and I am forced to stop, gazing upward. Its a half-moon, shining ...

My first First Person piece in a while, so bear with me.

Originally written by Draven, and Edited and re-written on request by Methrirr123. Enjoy.

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Not the best title, once you read the piece. Any suggestions?

A dark poem with a deceptively happy title.

Almost happy.

Not the best one, but still pretty good towards the end, I think. And no, I don't mean batman.

Yay! Not depressing!

Almost happy! :)

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A good question.

About fighting depression.

This poem is written about our own sun becoming a red giant, and engulfing the earth.

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