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By Ted Gerard
You ever get tired of always being the good guy?
By Ted Gerard
Random thought about love. All good relationships are based on a state of love & trust.
By Jeff Bezaire
This is a poem I wrote the night my grandmother died back in 2006. She lived eight hours longer than the doctor's had predicted, and several days longer than they had thought. I developed so much respect for her, standing by her bed, watching her hold on to life until SHE was ready to go.
Can he find the memories he's lost?
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 10
June Peterson had always had her compass. It was tiger gold and glimmered now and then. But what she didn't know, is that so many long lost memories are sealed within.
If anybody is going through this: stay strong. Please don't give up.
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 9
This is kind of a letter to my mom. These are things I needed to tell her. She will never see it though, because I don't want to hurt her. And I love her very much. So, this is my way of getting the things out of my system.
Where we won't watch seasons pass and trees we like wither
Poetry | Updated Jun 30, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bona Puer
She remembers. She remembers all the feelings that matter, And she wrote it down.
Short Story | Updated Jun 28, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Darryl Ko
A short love story set in Taiwan's Shifen Old Street.
Where a boy and girl walk and talk together.
Where memories remain.
By Mabina Georgina
Remembering when I first had a relationship.
This short essay is about my father and my experiences that I had and also a little about how I felt. I wanted to share it so that others in the same situation can understand that it will be hard but it will also be okay in the end and to have many memories and have one ornamental thing that...
Essay | Updated Jun 22, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
All I have ever wanted is someone to trust
They didnâ€™t have a right to ask me of things when they had stolen away everything. But when they did, I was the biggest, fattest and ugliest liar ever. Life was cruel that way.