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Author: ByMyself | Tags: poem
I woke up one Sunday morning,
And much to my surprise,
I rolled over and failed to find
You lying by my side.
I got up and went downstairs
And into the other room
But I didn't smell breakfast
Or your sweet perfume.
But on the table was a note...
Author: Herrag
Well, I was just thinking of people like Grace's friends (You know who you are. If you aren't said people, this does not apply to you.), and pretty much... anyone who's ever hated me for no reason.
Well, no GOOD reason, anyways... >.>
And then ...
Author: ByMyself | Tags: poem
This poem is old news, but I never posted it, so here it is for you all to enjoy. I'm actually quite proud of this one.
It’s good to hear your voice again,
I mean it, I really do.
Please stay and chat, I won’t bite,
What is it that you’ve bee...
Author: Herrag
I know a lot of people who've been in relationships, messed them up, and wish they could have corrected their mistakes... Hell, I'm one of 'em.
I wrote this poem for those people, and for myself somewhat.
If you've ever felt like nothing you do...
Author: Emmy
I wanted to cry today
The games I didn’t want to play
They kept taunting me
By letting me see
My so-called friends helping them out
Those others want me to scream and shout
And cry…
But no, I’m stronger than that
I don’t need to be like tha...
Author: ByMyself | Tags: Poem
I was driving down the road one night
In the cold and bitter snow
When three signs did appear
Within the headlights’ glow.
The signs each asked as I drove past,
“Please, don’t drink and drive,”
And each one stood as testament
For each of thr...
Author: ByMyself | Tags: poem
Sitting quietly on my shelf
There is a small poppet of a girl.
Her hair is long, straight and brown,
Her glasses perch upon her nose,
Her yellow summer-dress fading in the light.
Her eyes show a quiet intelligence.
She wishes to learn, to see, ...
Author: UnknownDemon
This poem's probably a little confusin. It's about a guy who commits suicide. The 1st stanza is in his point of view, the 2nd his parents, the 3rd his friends, the 4th by one friend in particular, and the 5th as a narrators perspective.
Chain Reac...
Author: ByMyself | Tags: story
GREEDY, EPISODE 1
The room was dark. The pitter patter of footsteps echoed softly as the audience patiently waited for the show to begin. This is the very first premier episode of the new show Greedy.
The lights flickered on to reveal a woma...
Author: ByMyself | Tags: poem
I walk the path of the weak and weary
Tattered, broken, and all alone
Everything is dark and dreary
Every tree, bird, and stone
I see many all around me
Wand’ring aimlessly through the night
Although the darkness doesn’t surround me
I never pa...