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My belongings..A Poem by PennySomething you can read after my death. |
Dust Amongst StarsA Poem by Å.JakwayConsciousness after the fact |
When The Sun Doesn't ShineA Book by what you wantThe sun stopped shining, the boy didn't stop living. |
Chapter 1A Chapter by what you wantChapter 1The wind blew the light smell of pine incense through my room, and decided to create summer. The sun warmed my face to wake me. Something I w.. |
Price of RejectionA Poem by Allison DiamondSometimes, the price of rejection, is beyond deadly. |
THE CANDY SHOPA Poem by OctaviousA small story of my interpretation of a suicidal view |
Dead Man's Warning - Part ThreeA Chapter by OctaviousThe ending result of the death and evil that has begun to take over. |
My Love be wellA Poem by RoyRogersI was rhyming for kicks with some friends and well I decided to make this. Dont know how good it is. |
Mr.Nice guyA Poem by RoyRogersI made song lyrics! I do have audio for it, I will sue anyone who trys to steal it! Just a warning. |
Our Forever GoodbyeA Story by Miren KaisenDan meets the perfect girl, but because of his parents job he has to move within four months...or at least... he thought that was why his time with he.. |
AmnesiaA Poem by AshleighNot too long ago, I had a friend that fell and got amnesia...which really seems like a movie plot, but I promise it isn't. I had to write a sonnet for.. |
Chapter OneA Chapter by Kylie"Come on, Gus! You got it!" Sam yelled to Gus in a condescending voice.Gus had just learned his Trasformation spell and was working out it.Sam gasped .. |
RosesA Poem by AnabelHarloweRoses are red.... |
The Eternal ProductionA Poem by Haley WilsonTo be a slave to something for your whole life is a tragic fate. Especially when you don't want to be in it anymore. |
Some people are born sadA Poem by Porcelain heartI do not know what it is that makes me sad. I do not know why this intoxicating scent of sorrow fills my lungs with every breath I take. I cann.. |
romeo and julietA Poem by Clarissssaaaadon't make me wish i had listened to my father |
THE LONGEST WINTERA Poem by ķřăź&..Love is like the circle of four seasons... Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. By my poem below, I hereby explained how the love goes as it. |