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Moarte Pentru a Creativităţii (Death to Creativity)

Moarte Pentru a Creativităţii (Death to ..

A Poem by Faithy


As a matter of cosmic history, it has always been easier to destroy than to create. - Spock [Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan]
JASMINE FLOWERS

JASMINE FLOWERS

A Story by Prateeksha Khot


All her life she lived her life for others until she decided to live for herself............
Suicidal Tendencies

Suicidal Tendencies

A Poem by Saint Spooky


And in the end she dies when love turns into suicide.
The McMatthew Letters

The McMatthew Letters

A Story by Robert


the only evidence to a murder in the dessert hills of the american south west.
Song For A Returning Soldier

Song For A Returning Soldier

A Poem by Nicole


A poem written for the woman who stands and waits for her returning love, a man who risks his life for his love and his country.
Yellowish Death

Yellowish Death

A Poem by melz1108


Swirling blue neuron's get crossed I can no longer breathclick click click click AHHHHHAHHHHH. Its slowly kills my soul.a yellowish death stole so muc..
Obama bin Lyin

Obama bin Lyin

A Story by Bryant James


An analysis of patriotism from a social network newsfeed… Conspiracy theories for breakfast… And the restoration of buyer confiden..
Nothing in the Threshhold

Nothing in the Threshhold

A Poem by Curiosity's Virtuoso


Poem about an insane murderer
Chapter Four

Chapter Four

A Chapter by Autumn


The killing of two.
Prologue

Prologue

A Chapter by DarkShines


A tall, gaunt man stood naked, barely aware of his consciousness, in the center of a vast expanse. His eyes not used to the intense light, he coul..
Happy Birthday, Angie

Happy Birthday, Angie

A Story by CT


The world has moved on, leaving one man behind to wander in isolation and a world of numb emotional hell. He walks a lonely road, tormented by waking ..
S**t

S**t

A Poem by Savannah Marie 9


She's the one who was hurt, the one you smacked aroundlike a little doll, who was lost her way, who didn't know what to do.She was lonely, cravi..
The Fate of Hate, can only be Hate

The Fate of Hate, can only be Hate

A Poem by Jock Engelman


(original upload found here: http://truml.com/profile/poetry-detail/97049 )

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