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By Midnight Black Cat
Time and beauty go hand in hand, but what is old still has beauty within it
A poem about Baharna in the Dreamlands.
You have a dream fulfilling your life. Sometimes this search give rise for new twist and turns. In history we call this as finding and in life we make magic in air, for the rest besides . Read this poem for the search of the golden diamond than pebbles below your roof. Enjoy!!!
Poetry | Updated May 9, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mr Watson
Thoughts about times long ago.
Poetry | Updated May 7, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Throughout history people have tried to come up with alternative explanations for the fact that Jesus Christ rose from the dead. However, these attempts fall flat on their collective faces.
By Ally Shark
I don't know if you guys know this, but April is child abuse prevention month. I absolutely hate child abusers! This is my way to spread the word. (And Booksie and my iPad better let me format is right!)
The maturing of a boy
Aspen's kept her secret hidden well since she discovered it, but once her family moves to a small town in New Salem, it's become quite the dangerous burden.
Novel | Updated Feb 7, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Yumi and the Elrics find Rose but there in for a little surprise.
By Thomas Chambers
I was thinking about my life and how I wanted to fulfil it. I realized that forcing destiny and try to organise her into some sort of file is bad and you should let it happen naturally. Only when it is the right time should you take up the sword and become a knight.
When the pain is just to much and you don't want to feel anything. When you want to be made of stone.
By Charlie Gibbs
Have you ever wondered if your stuffed toys or ornamental dogs came to life at night and watched you sleep?
Just me then.
Short Story | Updated Dec 5, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
This is one of my poems which I was very proud of. I really like this one, written in 7th grade.
This was a descriptive scene which we were supposed to write.
Maybe this is how it feels to die
Yet i still feel my heart beating
How i wish it would stop
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0