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I'm still getting use to writing poems, this one was inspiration from a very beautiful friend of mine, kinda hope she likes this, memory of her father.
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My heart is broken.
Short Story | Updated Oct 27, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
She was there. Sitting right in front of me with wondrous eyes. Staring me down so innocently. How I felt so insignificant to a beautiful creature. And I longed to be with her, speak. But I shyly sat there, with only a smile, never to say hello. And watched as she lingered pass me, into the night.
Short Story | Updated Oct 25, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A very short one act play (1500 words) about life, death, and loss.
Script | Updated Oct 24, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A simple story about a simple glass of lemonade and a drop of such. There may be a hidden meaning in this story, and there might, who knows?
The rumors haven't stopped. Some say he was shot to death, others say he was put in jail. But none have come close to what really happened on the day I learnt the truth about my father.
taken from my book,
Poetry of Love Fool
What would you do if the love of your life killed themselves loud enough for you to hear?
This one I wrote that pertains to what a group of people are feeling when finding an ancient relic in a lost tomb, and all emotions are headstrong.
One day my father ended up getting really upset at me doing something really moronic (I agree with him now) and this poem was how I felt about it afterward.
By Margaret Snowdon
Missing a love one
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
It feels like im mourning a death. but he's only dead to me he still walks and breaths.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Why can't we all be happy? Or, at least, why can't we all be sad?
Short Story | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I want to fight for you, but I don't know if you'll let me. Give me some slack, though. Loss is hard.
Poetry | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2