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How Could She Do It

How Could She Do It

A Chapter by How Could She Do It


Excerpt I didn’t drink that much at the party because I felt alittle sick after my first beer. As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I took a c..
Feelings Are a Distraction

Feelings Are a Distraction

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


This is how it ain't, this is how it will always be. My heart for your eyes. My life, for what? Picture is of Picasso's The Actor.
Chapter 1: "By God."

Chapter 1: "By God."

A Chapter by RosalieEmorosa


He Meets this girl for the first time. Who is she? What is she about? Can he trust her? Is the questions that go through his head. He decides to appro..
When Rayne Falls

When Rayne Falls

A Book by RaynesMelody


A young girl, Lewis, is witness to a murder. Hunted by both society and the mysterious Cherubin, she meets a young boy who goes by the name of Rayne. ..
We're All Dirt

We're All Dirt

A Poem by Sweet & Tender Hooligan


This one's for anyone who treats you or others like dirt. It's for anyone who's felt like dirt and for the dirt that rules and betrays us and seeps in..
Dark Chariot

Dark Chariot

A Poem by Shadowlily


Scorch me with thy words of fireI will not burn under the heatSend thy hell hounds full of desireThey will not obey MonsieurTake my life, you damned v..
Please Live Again

Please Live Again

A Poem by J.A.Bentley


I ran into a older gentlemen at a car repair place who struck up a conversation with me so we talked. In a manner respective of his age, I listened an..
Spoken Word :Anger

Spoken Word :Anger

A Poem by NotEasilyBroken


I realized today that What anger really was and how it controlled my everyday life soo...I had to speak on it.
Steam - Respite In the Essence of Air

Steam - Respite In the Essence of Air

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


She watches in pleasure as you push away all............
Masquerade

Masquerade

A Poem by TheRavenQueer


Oh, what a brilliant, beautiful disguise...
Casanova, where art thou

Casanova, where art thou

A Poem by .:Arianna:.


'T was a mask.The golden mask,that made himCasanova.The mystery,the charm,the flame,the poems.The poems that made me his.'T was just the words.'T was ..

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