Tags : friend

Buddy is for me!

Buddy is for me!

A Poem by Grace u


My dog is sitting on my lap now. So cute, big and fuzzy...I feel like writing a poem now about it!
Eve doesnt talk

Eve doesnt talk

A Poem by Grace u


I have an autistic sister. This poem is to let people know what i think we should do to lend her a hand. I hope you like it!
I care.

I care.

A Poem by Suditi


Wrote this for my best friend when we were screwed up bad.
Parched Pavements

Parched Pavements

A Poem by Arly Parent


The pavement is no longer thirstyIt is slaked with the blood of the urban warriorIt...stopjust stopthe pavement is splattered with the hopes and d..
Bob the Tumor

Bob the Tumor

A Story by Michael Carr


A story of a young man, his love, his friends, and his talking tumor.
Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted

A Poem by Pyrrha Rayn


For my friend...who has a tumor that's killing him...
I Remember "Our"/26 Minute Goodbyes

I Remember "Our"/26 Minute Goodbyes

A Poem by Arly Parent


I Remember "Our"I…remember The smoothness of your skin The warmth of your mouth And the closeness of our hearts as we hold each other..
no. 6

no. 6

A Poem by Sara Mima


You've been giving your condolences To the people that you let down
You're Gone!

You're Gone!

A Story by Kat


here i sit trying to find the words to write but, instead i am flooded with a life time of memories. stuck with feelings and emotions i’m not su..
Hurricane Trapped in a Body

Hurricane Trapped in a Body

A Poem by that-little-green-monster


The poem about the one person everyone seems to avoid but they really are great.
Foreign Eye

Foreign Eye

A Poem by Laura Sui


A little something I wrote for an english project in the early hours of the morning.
Ravenbrook Terrace

Ravenbrook Terrace

A Book by ZekkieSpencer


Everyone faces trouble along the road of life. But for these teens, life is much harder then it needs to be. As their problems intensify, can they sti..
13 ways-Hannah

13 ways-Hannah

A Poem by Careless Whispers ._.


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Weary Lad

Weary Lad

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.