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sometimes...

sometimes...

A Poem by Marcello1013


sometimes life is grand...sometimes noone can understand...sometimes hell is on earth...sometimes you lose all worth
The Loaded Gun

The Loaded Gun

A Poem by Marcello1013


She has his heart in her hands. Can she be trusted?
Crossroads

Crossroads

A Poem by Marcello1013


Fork in the road,,,,Right? Left? Straight?
Token of Real Love.

Token of Real Love.

A Poem by Onlyme


I would like to get my husband a momento to show him how muchI care and love him. And on that trophy, I would haveinscribed "Wayne You're My Hero "an..
Beautiful Destruction

Beautiful Destruction

A Poem by Marcello1013


Love is not always grand. It can beat you down and tear you apart. So why is it that I crave more?
The Dark In America

The Dark In America

A Poem by Written Depression


This is a poem how I see my countries decisions, racism, and the discrimination of those going through hard times.
All of me in my poems. Sad and stupid, but true.

All of me in my poems. Sad and stupid, but true.

A Poem by Onlyme


I just feel so broken and fragilewithin myself, crying my eyes outand feeling upset as soemotionally battered andbruised.( figured of speechwise I has..
Sex & Shagging Is Not Real Love.

Sex & Shagging Is Not Real Love.

A Poem by Onlyme


Lyn had a point. So trying to be better. As I guess it does matter in general. And I am but human too :)
Ho Ho Ho..reality of life.

Ho Ho Ho..reality of life.

A Story by Onlyme


Ho Ho Ho and a Merry Christmasto you. Oh well the 24th Dec 2018is sure a great day, for an MRI scanto see if your cancer free or not.Wait another few ..
My Kind of Real

My Kind of Real

A Book by Trapped


I can't describe the impossible mirging with the possible. You'll have to read it to find out.
Old

Old

A Poem by SassyNess


The old you Long gone, many moons ago On a dark road you lost yourself. Trickle effect; our lives went to heck Now searchin..
More Like A blog

More Like A blog

A Story by Ossi


This story isn't a story but more of a blog of my life. What I'm going through in my personal life. Feel free to give advice or share your own experie..
Imperfect Arsehole

Imperfect Arsehole

A Poem by Onlyme


Imperfect that I am.Broken and used as wellas worn out.Yet still am me.I hate myself. When I get angry or mad.I just show how flawed and humanI am.Far..
On This Date

On This Date

A Poem by Earl Schumacker


A brief history of history
Intro

Intro

A Chapter by Taylor


Death is nothing at all, and that is the worst part. I am still me and he is still him. He still has the same name, the same likes and dislikes. He&rs..
Honey, The Kids Are Robots

Honey, The Kids Are Robots

A Poem by Dominik D. Ravens


Didn't your mother ever tell you to stick with the program?
History is the graveyard and cemeteries.

History is the graveyard and cemeteries.

A Poem by Onlyme


I sometimes look at life and think is this it. Once I am gone is that it? It is just the reminders of who I was. And what I did that is remembered of ..