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Shallow Eyes

Shallow Eyes

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Look beneath my shallow eyes, upon my soul for which you despise, your tainted hands upon my chest, broken dreams, it failed the test.
Work

Work

A Chapter by AJV


Jazex runs to his best friend's store to drop off J.J. and start something new. Will his new task require him to put more effort or will it be simple ..
Faded Love- For Sylvia

Faded Love- For Sylvia

A Chapter by My Fair Lady


Sylvia, my friend and mentor
If I Were A Friend

If I Were A Friend

A Poem by EDRC


This poem was written by: Ryan.
Born as a friend

Born as a friend

A Poem by kbjami


Yep. I think you'll understand
Charlie

Charlie

A Story by Michael Carr


It is what war is. Nothing more.
Forsaken Me

Forsaken Me

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Night by night, I lie awake wishing for soothing rain, With loss of hope and faith I ask to ease this lonely pain.
A Best Friend

A Best Friend

A Poem by Wednesday


What makes a best friend and why I want one
Spetember 26th, 2010

Spetember 26th, 2010

A Chapter by ~ Czarina Iris ~


Gently, I pulled the black, green and teal feathered mask over my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror.My hair was done in light, bouncy cur..
"Best Friend"

"Best Friend"

A Poem by ~VertoAtrum~


When her and I were young, we even talked about how we might have been sisters separated at birth. I haven't heard from her in years. What used to be ..
Before Freedom

Before Freedom

A Poem by Cyanthinnis


I see your face within my light. The smile that splits your lips. Your ever changing mood does sway my heart from its own little quips. I want to show..
#1 My Brother Likes My Best Friend

#1 My Brother Likes My Best Friend

A Chapter by tynamite


I wish my brother would leave me my friends alone and mind his own business. My best friend Kimberly was at my house today, and as soon as I opened th..
A Letter to My Dear Friends

A Letter to My Dear Friends

A Story by Cyali


In the sculpture of our lives, pain is naught but a bubble, forever frozen. It was something to fret about once, but now it no longer upsets us.