In the beginning,

There was me,

And there was you;

No one to interfere,

Only truth,

No lies.

 

We were to...

Today,
I didn't cry. I smiled more than yesterday.
I made a point to be nicer that before.
I walked with a bit more pride in my strut,
A bit more confidence in my looks.
I...

 

The perfect pair; a “match made in heaven;” They danced through their lives wonderfully didn’t they? Color and fire withi...

"Don't fret about the past or worry too much about the future. We only live on this side of eternity."

 

I don't know. A friend said this to me, and...

I wrote this poem purely out of mourning. It seems a never-ending process that every person has to deal with in their life at some point of time. Mourning. It comes in different stages. Some are...

I remember,

At least, I think I do.

 

Your scent still lingers in my nose. 

Your smile still shines in my mind.

Oh, those da...

 

Last night a man, he came to me in my sleep.

His tannish skin shone like gold.

His perfect teeth sparkled like glorious pearls of the sea.

I do belive that everything happens for a reason.

I do believe that everyone has the right to say what they think. 

I do believe that people need to relax; they thin...

 

Here is some important information to this following poem of creation. It is based off the ancient Quechua creation myth, the pre-colombian peo...

The world is growing around us, 

Moving before our very eyes,

Let's hit the ground running, 

you and I.

 

My mother onc...

I once met a mute man who talked in his sleep.

Unable to speak while awake,

I grew up in the past, but I live in the present, which will entirely influence what happens in the future. Why stay stuck on what’s behind, when the ahead is always on its way?

<3 Poe

Congratulations, you have proclaimed yourself an artist; a king or queen of creation! It is not an easy duty in which you find yourself though. What do you write? Where do all the lines fall into p...

1. I am ridiculously in love with a two-year old: my sister.

2. I find Helena Bonham Carter ridiculously sexy.

3. Although, I maintain ridiculously good grades in college...

Oh, beautiful child,

Full of wonder and innocence!

<...

Before you read on, I would like to add a note to this story in which I am writing. I do not intend to make everyone believe that this world in which shadow bei...

I took shrooms once and stared at a couch for hours!

 

This is dedicated to wirrow, for no better reason than he asked me to post this, jokingly?

<3 P...

So, the following is just a part of a story that I am working on. Eventually, I hope it to be long enough for people to use as animation/video and stuff. Thanks for checkin' it out. <3 Poe

Jenny beautifully danced across stage. She hit every movement with measurement and precision.  <...

There was a time when I loved.

I loved with a passion so deep a...

I'm poepoe17 (just Poe is fine).

I am quite in love with writing, so hit me with a text challenge.
I have also taken an interest in voice overs, so if you have something, I'll give ...

With passion she hated the snow. It made her feel blue, yet when she got cold, she grew red.

Every morning, I wake up and I lay there, pondering about what will come that very day. I don’t ponder in happiness or curiosity, yet in fear. You see, I suffer from a crippling, life altering anxi...

By day a child, by night another; she hid in darkness, fearing, in light, what she'd become.

This is something that I wrote after I lost a friend after she was hit by a drunk driver. I decided to share it because I know that Joe is in the midst of grieving, and he's probably not the only o...

The following is a text that I wrote based of off watching the Anglerpod Votes video without any sound. However, I truly loved he end part of the video, so I left that part in mine. I also lo...

I saw it again yesterday: the fox that follows me everywhere. This time, it sat at the back door of my house, sadly gazing on into the distance before it. The time before that, it followed me to c...

What am I good for? I sit here, looking at all the things that all of these great people make, and all I can help but feel is total emptiness. All of these people, all of you, are so greatly talent...

This is an account of my life that never happened, a broken heart that never occurred:

Oh, hope I never gave up on you,
Rejected reality and tried to end my life as it were.
I...

Who are you and what do you do?
Most people just call me POE. I am a student currently at the University of Denver. I am studying Spanish Language and Culture with minors in International Stud...

Love the idea! I wasn't attending personally, but record your night, and I can meet up with people online at some point! Let's make it a night of party for the memory of Dan and the Fall Formal!

Ode to the Fire Dancer


Oh, young fire man,
Your warmth
We can no longer feel!
In its place remains
A river or tears.

Oh, young spirit
Of wit ...

I accidentally became an adult. Damn.

My heart only beats for love.

Jerry the weed lived quite the miserable life, indeed. All of the others laughed and mocked her with glee, as they all grew into fabulous flowers and stupendous shrubs and trees. All the while poor...

Hey,

When you look back to now, do you laugh at all the things that used to worry you? I know everything will be okay! I know you will discover something that you love to do; that dream ...

Okay, so I used to love to write, but I haven't done it in FOREVER. This community has inspired me to start again. This is a small beginning of a poem or something. Please add to it, change it, mor...

If I whisper "I love you" from half way around the world, does it tickle your nose? Or do you not know it at all?

 

<3 Poe

Shadows: the ghosts that haunted him in every light, only to leave him be during the night. 

Every morning he shed a tear because each one of his shining friends disappeared. 

She decided one and for all,

To put love off for awhile,

Because each man she’d ever dated,

Broke her heart in pieces and 

Decided that...

(Sorry, I know it's long, but I enjoyed writing it, so please stick with it!)

 

I remember the day I graduated from high school quite vividly:

There was a day, not too horribly long ago, where I felt absolutely alone. I thought about ending it all; giving up. I had no friends, no job, and what I felt like was no worth. Ironically, I ha...

A peculiar life she led because she was not alive at all; she was the living dead.