Writing

the glass you left.

A Poem by honeyleens

and I would think of you in my home, as if you belonged.

Coffee Shop

A Story by

We sat in front of each other, not sure what to say. Alec had weaseled off somewhere once the atmosphere had gotten tense. So now we sat in a booth,..

Take Me Back

A Poem by toews19

written for an independent short film; A musician trying to win back his girlfriend.

Break Up

A Poem by Desmund Tiny

To you, it seems not right When you couldn’t see me as often as you like I’m fighting this sadness with all my might So I can..

Ri

A Poem by Obbligato

If She Were The Sun And We Were In Egypt

letting go

A Poem by iron_rose

this is as dark as i can get, and i'm sorry but i can't resist surprising you! enjoy!

No end.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

like watching a movie and the power goes out. the movies not over, and you're just waiting to see how it ends, distracting yourself in the meantime. k..

Gomenesai

A Poem by Nicholas

An apology... of a sort.

This Is To the Girl

A Poem by L Lopez

This is to the girl that rightfully made me cry, Is to the one that made me want to change my life, To the one tha..

What am I doing here

A Poem by L Lopez

Don't know what I'm doing here. Can't help but to shed a tear. All I want is to have her near. That aint happeni..

Her Verdict (Part 2)

A Story by x0void

What if you were just "the other girl" in his story? and to leave means to make him happy? Would you fight destiny? or would you just let him be free?

Her Verdict (Part 3)

A Story by x0void

What if you were just "the other girl" in his story? and to leave means to make him happy? Would you fight destiny? or would you just let him be free?

50 Days

A Story by aloha.

a short story about teenagers with a broken heart.

Leaving The Roost (Chapter One)

A Chapter by SpaceBound23

Brianna leaves her group for true love and leaves the past with her scars and tears.

Chapter one- The girl with the broken smile

A Chapter by Ally

The wind blew fiercely as I walked down the street, like a thousand knives each one repetitively stabbing my cold face. The wet tracks that ran over ..