pinda

Primary tabs

TypeTitleAuthorRepliesLast updated
StoryEast Coast Gangsta Ewan717 years 2 months ago
StoryLife- pinda317 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Thong Of Fire threeleafshamrock917 years 2 months ago
StoryDays Like This sunshine1017 years 2 months ago
StoryThis day has finally come pinda917 years 2 months ago
StoryFace 2 Face pumadelta617 years 2 months ago
StoryThey want to see us bleed! pinda617 years 2 months ago
StoryWe JamesF617 years 2 months ago
StoryLongs Close poetjude617 years 2 months ago
StoryShocks 1,2,3 Beeme1017 years 2 months ago
StoryCindy threeleafshamrock1017 years 2 months ago
StoryThere comes a day! pinda417 years 2 months ago
StoryRacism Card,Race Card!! pinda517 years 2 months ago
StoryHelp me pinda117 years 2 months ago
StoryMOST!-Random and disgusting rap,you will ever read! *Don't read if you get disgusted easily* pinda817 years 2 months ago
StoryDon't come around! IF YOU CHERISH LIFE!!!! pinda117 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Banquet joanne-jellyfish117 years 2 months ago
StoryMy Mirror liv2write08217 years 2 months ago
StoryHow Was The Earth Created? Ciaran Samuel P...117 years 2 months ago
StoryBridge 3 Sikander717 years 2 months ago
StorySlave Mentality pinda217 years 2 months ago
StoryHunted love pinda217 years 2 months ago
StoryProvoked death pinda217 years 2 months ago
StoryTHE GREAT OUTDOORS poem Richard L. Prov...417 years 3 months ago
StoryRock A Bye Baby-The other side of the story pinda017 years 3 months ago

My stories

MONSTER

I'm that monster, who can read your mind. Be at two places at that same time. My uropose is for execution and slaughter. I'll kidnap your son, and rape your daughter.

Why You Wanna Trip On Me?

They say I'm different. They don't understand. But there's a bigger problem. That's much more in demand. We've got world hunger, Not enough to eat. So there's really no time.

It's not about class, colour or places

It's not about class, colour or places. Lets get around, and see different spaces. Put a smile on those distant faces. Don't go being blasphemous and racist.

On The Line

You see yourself in the mirror. And you don't like what you see. And things aren't getting much clearer.

Fall Again

Something about you, starin' in your eyes. Everything I'm looking for, I seem to find.

Pages