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Creator

Creator

A Poem by z.chéri


Creation & the creator
Life & Death

Life & Death

A Story by Firemay


what i think about life and death
Madness

Madness

A Poem by jay


A poetry written in physical and mental trance.
Depression and silence

Depression and silence

A Poem by jay


Sometimes silence can really seem cruel, sometimes it can drive you crazy, sometimes it can force you to kill yourself, sometimes it can kill you.
Life and Death

Life and Death

A Poem by jay


Your life defined in subtle, ruthless words. You will hate it if life has loved you, you will love it if all you have received is hatred.
Death of a Raindrop

Death of a Raindrop

A Poem by jay


An atheist raindrop is about to die and it ponders over life and death.
Strangers or soulmates

Strangers or soulmates

A Poem by jay


She still haunts me in my dreams. I wonder if I do the same to her.
The Dead Tree

The Dead Tree

A Poem by Antoñyo


I am the dead tree I have seen better days I miss you terribly missing your loving ways You are the sunlight you are what once..
The Dancing Girl

The Dancing Girl

A Poem by Harriet Rose


In Creative Writing class we had to write a creepy piece of writing, I had a go at writing a creepy poem.
Pay to kill

Pay to kill

A Poem by Greg


We will pay to kill,but not to save.We will give the bill,to who we kill.and let themdig theirown grave.
Eyes down the Well - 2017

Eyes down the Well - 2017

A Poem by SariahM


This is whatever you want it to be.
~1~ Crumble

~1~ Crumble

A Chapter by Darke Rayne


A quest for survival.A group of people soon realize they have more in common than the will to survive. Will they be able to work together to make it ..
~2~ Walk With Me

~2~ Walk With Me

A Chapter by Darke Rayne


I squint in the distance and see...An abandoned gas station?I shade my eyes with my hand as I continue to squint.Is it a gas station or just an abando..
Never Once

Never Once

A Poem by Emily


We hated each other
The Eyes of a dead man

The Eyes of a dead man

A Poem by RoyRogers


Oh dead men cant really suffer, can they? When you see the black in their eye and that lifeless stare. When they are polite as ever but there is nothi..
16. My Last Poem

16. My Last Poem

A Chapter by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


This is my last poem, A swan song of only black notes, As always, I’m writing with poisonous thorns And my dark, dark blood, Now ..