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Maybe NeverA Poem by dungheapjust about one morning and some serious thinking time |
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Chapter OneA Chapter by LiquidFireI ran through the forest, my hands outstretched to move tree limbs out of my way. The leaves scratched against my face, and thorns scraped against my .. |
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Love or LustA Poem by Geoff Hubbardmy current situation! enjoy |
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Chapter 2A Chapter by Niko TimmyLaurissa's first day of school taking an ugly turn for the worst. |
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Save MeA Poem by dungheaphow many of us deal with confusion, love, depression on a daily basis? the current love of my life is, unknowingly, saving me from all this mess in m.. |
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Pretty WeedsA Poem by nunldonI've collected these aphorisms together from my portfolio. |
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Words Like VenomA Poem by Nicholas Antonio YoungI was mad when I wrote this. It's a quick and angry one. Not the kind of stuff I usually write, but I had to get this out at the time it was written |
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A Story About an Angel and a GirlA Story by Angel BluestockingThere was a girlWho fell in loveTo an angelFrom up above.She was mortal.He from heaven.And they wereFar awayFrom each other."Naive and untrue",That is.. |
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Beach HouseA Story by Georgina V SollyA woman who is undecided about her future. |
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UntitledA Story by Geoffrey SavageSo this is my first peice of unfinished writing I had started. Please review, comments/suggestions/criticism are all much appreciated! |
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True StoryA Poem by BrantwijnThe title says it all, really. |
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My SeaA Poem by Holly M. MayEyes of the vast sea,That is what he has.All the distance, all the wonder.What lies within the depths,Depths that posses no end;If I were to dive deep.. |
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Modern BoysA Book by L'Enfant Terrible“I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.” ―Arthur Rimbaud. The story of Joseph and Lewis; the youth, the 60's, europe, the world, the .. |
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Part One: Moving. 1.A Chapter by L'Enfant Terrible"Shame on me well I had the beast you see and if he can take it I can take him home with me" |
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Motions of the NightA Poem by David KwakuI am in state whereIcannot dignify my actions.I howl through the night, as the dawn fortifies the entity of my despair.It was mid december and the gre.. |
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The Waiting RoomA Story by BLBrownA short story about my first visit to see an Oncologist and the waiting room. |
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