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Believing in the movement and rhythm of Spring and love.
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The poem I wrote is an extened metaphor and has a greater meaning (as do all poems).
Everything relates to something, yes, even the colours.
H I N T : green in poetry stands for youthfullness, peace, fresh life etc.
so I hope you find a meaning to the poem. It is slightly a satire as well!...
This is during Pretty Rhythm: Rainbow Live. The Prism World is in need of some help again. Can Izumi Azami and her friends help save the sparkle of Prism Shows before they disappear? Join the new group Future Melody in Pretty Rhythm: Shining Stars. (Expect some long chapters and some being 5...
Novel | Updated Feb 12, 2014 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Kat thought moving from the big city to a small country town would be an end to her troubled life, she couldn't be more wrong, choice after choice will it be the right one?
Its a short 2 minute long song haha. I would sing it out and attach the MP3 but I have a horrible singing voice and musical talent in general xD
Poetry | Updated Jul 14, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is dedicated to a poem â€˜A Kissâ€™ by Ashi17 because after reading this poem I felt speechless with no words to appreciate the piece of art. So I was inspired to pen this poem. In fact, I feel that all the poem of â€˜Ashi17â€™ has the same quality and beauty that I...
Suspecting to be not always the same makes you different
My basic view of the word...
Energy, light, colours, force, in all life, displayed.
God, light, love, soul etc
Poetry | Updated Apr 3, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Completely made up and not real stories for the fancy. Simple deceit for the starving imagination, complex rhythm for the hunger and joy, or clearly true for the non-believer. Quiet for the deadpan.
By Mariska Webster
Obsession. Fucking a genius. Rape POV.
By Elizabeth Martin
In middle school- such a long time ago- I joined the XC team, only find myself amidst the miles and miles of running.
As I was reading a book about Native Americans, they mentioned that your heart is like your drum. Instantly I found inspiration for a poem...and here it is!
By Robert Morritt
As a Teen, after working ,I would travel from Toronto to Buffalo, New York each Saturday.My first stop was always Herb Rossâ€™s Record Bar on the East side. A goldmine of old R&B and Blues records! I recall purchasing â€œIs There Something on Your Mindâ€ by Bobby Marchan and...