Tags : fact

Self Love

Self Love

A Poem by Onlyme


I dreamed a dream of nothing grand.like winning the lotteryor going on an expensive exotic holiday. Just a simple dream of being happy within myself.H..
Where is the love?

Where is the love?

A Story by Onlyme


Why do we feel you always have to fit into acertain box to be accepted into society in thisworld.If you don't wear the correct clothing or designer br..
Dice Rolling....

Dice Rolling....

A Poem by Onlyme


I sometimes used to think me being a nice and decent personwould save me in this twisted worldbut the sad reality is it just does not shield meor prot..
Ripples and tides

Ripples and tides

A Book by Oxize


A number of tales about a women struggling to find the word between fantasy and fact.
Cynical

Cynical

A Story by Onlyme


Well, now it's happening in the poshwell to do area of England. Where the millionaires live.Posh kids stabbing one another.What are the odds nowhow so..
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 ..
Hard but real and raw.

Hard but real and raw.

A Poem by Onlyme


Side by side and living on topof the dead.Copulating, and try to survivedaily with their families.Their child plays with human bonesas toys. And they..
Families. Who wants one?

Families. Who wants one?

A Story by Onlyme


Git is a term of insult with origins in [English] denoting an unpleasant, silly, incompetent, annoying, senile, elderly or childish person.
Ironically True..

Ironically True..

A Poem by Onlyme


Families we all hopefully have oneand some might not anymoredue to whatever circumstances havearisen and happened in life.But if you have a family you..
Got Sleep?

Got Sleep?

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Nothing more intimate than sleepwake before dawn, go downtownprepare for tomorrow, come home from work late.Most cities prosper undisturbedsleeping pe..
Life

Life

A Poem by A.K


*sigh* people craves for money, soul, beauty...but what really matter in life is the soul

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