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As always just how i feel nothing else.Enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Juli Monat
What a little boy.
A kinda longer poem, it;s sad but just hoe i feel again, enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Aug 14, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Kyky Georgie
RIP JACOB <3
This song is for you
Ebony was her fathers gamble fund. If he lost she was cursed, if he won she wasn't. All he had to do was win
Wrong Ebony's dad had no clue how to gamble. He gambled with his daughters life and she is paying the price. Ebony was then cursed, lived normally in the day, taken captive...
When Zoe finds lost pieces of her life, love is included, but the shockwaves could splinter our world.
A landscape painting that she buys in a local gallery fills her with intense emotion. She begins to experiences unusual visions whenever she looks at it. After a chance encounter with a...
Clare mends the fragile bond between two worlds and finds love in both but one is a lie waiting to collapse around her.
After Professor Michael Winslow disappears on a routine archaeological expedition to Bolivia, his research assistant Clare Nolan spends the next six months searching for him.
Amal Khokhar, a shy and quiet brunette and a med student is caught in a whirlpool of emotions when she meets the handsome and charismatic Nabhan Qureshi, a well known and accomplished billionaire and her best friendâ€™s brother. He wreaked havoc in senses and the instant attraction made...
Darby must return to her ancestral home and untangle the threads of time before she loses her sanity.
Her nights are filled with haunting dreams that spill into her days, triggering feelings of unbearable emptiness and loss. Her whole universe shifts sideways as her internal demons strengthen...
Once again, please give me your feedback, it will be extremely appreciated./
A short poem.
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
What if I was to tell you someone was behind the mirror you look in. The reflection that stares back at you. A slave working tirelessly year after year to show your image to you. A little girl. No older than ten. You would save her from her torment, wouldn't you?
It seems the right thing to do....
A poem to show how the seasons can be seen in the way I operate.
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
We always said this could never happen. But here we are about to cross that line
By Joan A Brown
A Poem about a kindred love lost