FallenAngel

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StoryThe Bully FallenAngel212 years 4 months ago
StoryI Wonder... FallenAngel212 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Girl and the Angel FallenAngel212 years 6 months ago
StoryWhat You Know FallenAngel012 years 6 months ago
StoryOde FallenAngel212 years 6 months ago
StoryDear Reader FallenAngel012 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Question In My Head FallenAngel212 years 6 months ago
StoryWalls FallenAngel012 years 7 months ago
StoryRemembrance FallenAngel212 years 7 months ago
StoryMy Voice FallenAngel212 years 7 months ago
StoryA Promise FallenAngel212 years 7 months ago
StoryBelief FallenAngel012 years 7 months ago
StoryFall FallenAngel012 years 7 months ago
StoryA Walk FallenAngel012 years 8 months ago
StoryBeing Human FallenAngel012 years 8 months ago
StoryHave You Ever Felt Like Your Drowning? FallenAngel012 years 8 months ago
CollectionPoems FallenAngel012 years 10 months ago
StoryMy Uncle FallenAngel012 years 12 months ago
StoryDetails FallenAngel113 years 5 months ago
StoryDepression FallenAngel513 years 6 months ago
StorySolar Prayer well-wisher314 years 4 months ago
StoryWhat is love? FallenAngel614 years 4 months ago
StorySilence FallenAngel214 years 4 months ago
StoryIt's just a headache blighters rock1314 years 4 months ago
StoryTHE BLACK SHOES Linda Wigzell Cress714 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Moon and Stars

You are the moon, And I am the stars. How does one compare The moon to the stars? The moon is greater In size and grace, The stars just shine Until...

Darren Shan Inspired Poem (Contains Spoilers)

Foreword; Darren Shan is one of my fave writers and has been since I was 10. The first book I ever read of his was Cirque Du Freak and I decided to...

Surmising Poetry II

Poetry is a sirens song That lulls in all who Dare to brave its waters, It is not for the faint hearted Or those of weak will. However I have yet To...

Surmising Poetry I

Poetry is a random spew of words Vomited from a writers poisoned mind. Once read it seeps into your pores Down your throat And settles in your heart...

A Corpse Without a Coffin

The earth is cold My body is old No flesh upon my bones I have no pain I can hear the rain Pounding down on my grave My world is dark Worms crawl up...

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