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This poem gave off a romantic and sad vibe.I like it when romance and sadness are put matter what happens the love will never be reached.It’s a tragic truth for ...

There’s always a choice.A safe choice and a dangerous choice.Should we make the safe choice or the dangerous one? Which one is the right one? Which one is the wise ...

This is a cute and nice fantasy poem! Was the witch a Queen? Who knows? All we know is that her one son cared for her.Even when she was at ...

This is a fun poem! I like how it gives off the feeling of victory and hope.Like no matter what happens there will still be hope for a better future.There’s ...

Wow..That was..beautiful.I think the biggest enemy in the world is society.Society gives the idea of someone who is “completely evil” or “completely good.” Those standards are unrealistic and

No one stops to think that maybe the woman doesn’t want the baby.Or that the baby didn’t come from love.Or that the person carrying the baby wasn’t a woman but ...

The curse of not finding worthy opponents! Never being able to earn a win day in and day out.The same thing.Will there ever be a time the challenge is done ...

We find comfort in the chaos.We won’t be blamed for causing it.If we are in the red then we can just come up with excuses.This makes me think it is ...

This is like a well written Creepypasta! Is this supposed to be a Creepypasta? Do you know what a Creepypasta is? It’s anything disturbing on the internet from stories like ...

Please! This is just too true! They promise all these nice things and end up bringing the opposite.I like hotels because they bring off the feeling of being on vacation.I ...

Whatever happened to their love? What tragic twist crept towards them? How could this be? That is for us readers to interpret.I think that this makes sense.It’s about wanting to ...

And you are always beautiful like the cracked and colorless photo of a 1950’s dame.Old,timeless and everlasting.Sorry I just wanted to add to the prose.I can imagine this as either ...

And I wonder if a girl with long golden hair overlooking a mirror lake ever used that comb.Maybe she had porcelain dolls.Maybe the girl dreamed with her comb.Who knew? That ...

Ah the fear of exploring and finding yourself.The fear of really letting who you are come into place.Drowning in your sorrow and consumes and destroys takes over you.It’s unescapable.It’s everywhe

I like this story because it reminds me of something I would write.Hey,maybe if you want to,I could pick one of my characters to meet one of the characters in ...