"Help me," a frightened voice whispered. "STOP CALLING, especially at 2AM! It was fun but nothing special, a o-n-e n-i-g-h-t s-t-a-n-d." "Wait, what happened last night?" The boy stifled a laugh, through tears. "Superman lost his spandex's-wait who is this?" "Batman." - A boy made it his mission in grade ele...
" I enjoyed the way she smiled at the sunsets " I said at therapy. "The way she lit up a room when she entered. I dont want to believe she gone. Tabitha was my world, my life." I got a look from my therapist. She was an old woman, not to good looking now, but she was probably pretty in her day. I didnt know much abou...
Poetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credit to user: UnresolvedFate for creating my cover) Copyright© All Right...
Just some crappy thoughts I managed to string together to create a decent sentence. I have no friends and the few I do have could care less. Rants I have decided are for the weak... I rant about everything from the color of the sky being a shade off or how people mange to walk over everybody. This gives me time to cle...
do you ever wonder what it would feel like to sink deep in the ocean and fade into trillions of stars ( miscellaneous poetry and prose ) © xnycophiliax [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )
