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A monkey swings along a path to his family to feed
Poetry | Updated Jan 31, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Charlie Dewatt
Hi everyone! This is my poetry named only twilight . Please read and enjoy . Thanks@
Fill the Empty Space Next to Me
Poetry | Updated Jun 27, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Few things are more freeing than dancing, and the Swing variety is my favorite. My friends and I enjoy swing dancing at all times of the year, at any opportunity. This particular poem was written after several occasions of impromptu swing dancing outside during the winter during other parties....
Although on the surface, the poem discusses swinging, plunging deep into the meaning, the character is attempting to escape from the suffocating fingers of society.
Poetry | Updated Mar 28, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Elton Camp
A joy of childhood I'd like to experience again
Poetry | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
I guess that in your last moments your life really does flash before your eyes.
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a boy, and even back then, I knew my life would never be the same again.
**Fan-made cover *willingly* made by Eden L-- no blackmail or hostages involved *shifty eyes* She's super talented and I'd highly recommend her!
Last edited: 15.03.2015
I love to Swing Dance! Of course, that inspired me to write this....
Short Story | Updated Sep 13, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
A rough-and-tumble Moment
Poetry | Updated Mar 29, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 9
Gob's action packed adventure story.
This is for a challenge hosted by Sexy Scarlett
I chose my inspiration to be a picture.
It happened 2 summers ago, it was the happiest summer of my life. Having been at boarding school for 10 months and never been able to ride. It was torture but riding was my life, than again to find a saddle...
A ONE LEGGED GIRL ON THE KIDDIES' SWING IN 1950S.
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2