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    A Rose.

    The only flower in a sunken valley, Weary and wilted, the rose sags. [Shame slowly creeping] No recourse. It cries tiny grey petals. In the morning harrowed dew drops Drip down the stalk. Life seeps, sticky and viscous from xylem severed, Each day fed upon by ravenous bees...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    4 Responses Aug 16, 2012

    The Hunter

    Shhh! Quiet, quiet. These woods are all mine.The prey, a white doe, evasive is she.Around, bloated birds lay in a neat line.Lo, trees weep bitterly for the lovelyDoe. She trips through decayed brush toward me,The leaves green at her touch. Pure. Quoth the beasts,“Beware the bow...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    1 Response Feb 2, 2013

    U & Me forever this way www.

    nidhisuraj.com There are so many Love Stories in this world. Few stories become so famous but few are unsaid and been buried with time. Few others share their love stories with their friends, while some leave them as sweet memories for themselves within their hearts and few...
    evan003 evan003
    22-25, F
    Jul 21, 2015

    Recently, you asked me,

    lightheartedly, after I told you, "I love you so much" why I love you so much. I gave the generic, rather awfully cliché response, which at the time felt correct, "I can't really explain it." I wonder how I might possibly build something of beauty that could even dully compare...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    1 Response Dec 8, 2014

    It's starting to get depressing seeing the way

    my brother is spending his time. The past few months, he's been doing pretty much nothing but playing League of Legends on his laptop. He sleeps like 6-7 hours a day, is on his laptop for the other 17-18 hours of the day. He eats practically nothing. Hell, he probably gets most...
    RipperKing RipperKing
    18-21, M
    2 Responses Jul 20, 2015

    The Tale Of The Dove

    There is an older version of this poem somewhere on here..but I felt like that version was lacking and incomplete..so I made -a lot- of edits and this is the result. I don't know if this feels rushed like the other did, I'll have to see through comments and how I feel upon...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    Jan 20, 2013

    Where Did I Go Wrong?

    The lines from a song keep echoing in my head, "Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be? No matter what I've done, you've always criticized me Where did I go wrong? Who was I supposed to be? When it's said and done, will you remember.. Slap on the wrist, smack in the face...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    2 Responses Aug 13, 2013

    What I Really WantI don't know.

    I mean, I can think of many things that I want to get or become right now. They're so many that I don't know what I really want anymore.And I'm in my most confusing moment. I'm really nervous about college. Lately I've been wondering if I chose the right school and if I choose...
    Amandra Amandra
    18-21, F
    Apr 6, 2014

    This ‘morn roses weep Over yesterday’s

    sorrows Tomorrow they wilt
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    Apr 19, 2015

    Don't you get tired of always taking one

    for the team? Why in the world do I always have to sacrifice? I too, have **** to deal with. Why can't somebody take the weight off of me at times? Screw this life. It's just so unfair.
    szchwakovpf szchwakovpf
    22-25, M
    Mar 6, 2015

    I Now Dislike Ducks

    Once upon a dream, No, let me rephrase that. Once upon a Nightmare, was at my best friends house. We were playing with our hair and you know making it crazy. So I put A LOT of hairspray in my hair (hairspray is flammable). Soon I left her house, when I got home I took a shower...
    ChubbyCowz ChubbyCowz
    18-21, F
    1 Response Apr 11, 2013

    Am Just Using This Group

    Thanks for creating this group. I just found it! ;-D
    jml2000 jml2000
    61-65, M
    Sep 21, 2013

    Story, Im Not Sure.. Tell Me If I Should Continue..

    Something in the air smelt of cigarettes and lupines, the sidewalk seemed to be curving, swaying even along the straight road. She remembered being warned alcohol was bad, but it chilled the burning, stinging sensation that lingers up and down her spine when she thinks of last...
    BrokenHallelujah412 BrokenHallelujah412
    13-15, F
    1 Response Apr 12, 2013

    I have realized that there is something

    stunning about love. No, not the normal things about it making your life amazing, or the special feeling you get knowing someone loves you in return. Those are wonderful things, and deserve their recognition; however, what people often don't mention is that, despite arguments...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    3 Responses Mar 5, 2015

    A Rose'S Story

    I wrote a poem about the same as this..but I couldn't stand reading it so I almost completely rewrote it, this is what I have posted below: In a sunken valley,Somewhere in Nowhere,Is a lone rose, ******** of thorns,Head hanging low. The first rays of morn,Dripping and...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore
    1 Response Mar 7, 2013

    Part Two

    But clearly she was there, intact. But, inside she was broken, shards of bone stuck out here and there, her organs by now were shrinking, planning to feed on each other torturing the host. The pain didn't matter, anything to be beautiful, skinny. Perfect. She swore to herself...
    BrokenHallelujah412 BrokenHallelujah412
    13-15, F
    Apr 12, 2013
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