Young Writers
Absorbed.
Sitting upstairs in your room, hearing the screams of your Mother, whilst shielding the ears of your baby Brother. Not wanting to go downstairs and...
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- 448 reads
Friends?...No?...Ok.
I was there when no one else cared, but that doesn't matter anymore. I'm not gonna bring up the past, I thought our friendship would last, but...
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- 444 reads
Alone
Have you ever felt so alone, You have your phone set on silent mode, There's no point having a ringtone, As nobody is contacting you on said phone...
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- 538 reads
Anger
It's funny how anger works, Some people punch stuff, I write a verse. It's just words, They aren't suppose to hurt nobody, Yet it's words that have...
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- 456 reads
Mother Of Division
Mother Of Division By Paul McCann Mother of division remove the threat of interference in relationships by those who have other motives in what they...
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- 610 reads
"Writing Mode"...
It makes me laugh when people say they are in writing mode, You're not in writing mode, You're typing bars into your phone. Whatever happened to...
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- 854 reads
Euphoria Blake: Infernally Divine
Chapter Eight: Trouble In Paradise Euphoria shot the bears from a blind spot, but they seemed tougher. Arrows weren't damaging the bears as much as...
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- 584 reads
A Baby To Hold
I have never been blessed with a baby to hold, Pretty soon statistics will see me as too old, But part of my heart is cold. I don't have a little...
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- 373 reads
Rose Coloured Glasses.
My eyes are suddenly open and the rose coloured glasses are now off, I'm sick of these so called 'Friends' sitting slagging me off. I do my best to...
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- 480 reads
War of Sounds
Drip Drop Drip Is that the sound of squalid rainwater Running through the mud in torrents Or the steady beat of spilled blood Writing my comrades...
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