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I have no summary for this. XD Don't bother reading this. You're reading this, aren't you.? Hahah. Thank you and enjoy. C: Oh. So sorry if this poem was a little bit short! I just can't think today for some reason. Again, thanks and hope you like this.
Poetry | Updated Nov 10, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
When it becomes time for an old couple to join eachother once more, the old man who has waited for his wife patiently speaks to his dying wife as she begins to join him in the afterlife. He holds though the regret that when he did live, he forgot what was most important to him.
Another poem about my best friend.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2013 | Reads: 60 | Comments: 16 | Likes: 35
Love and death. A twisted love sonnet.
"No mom, it just does not happen with me. So, I wanted to know whether you have any particular feeling about it, my friends say that it is a wonderful feeling to admire someone and when that person admires you backâ€¦that is how love is given a bloom."
Short Story | Updated Mar 4, 2013 | Reads: 76 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
After a lifetime of political activism in South Africa, Yazz thinks sheâ€™s finally content with her quiet London life. She doesnâ€™t expect the reappearance of Lily, the best friend and comrade who betrayed her. Nor does she expect Lilyâ€™s demand: to help her find a child long...
Well this is a poem I wrote to someone special to me. but sadly he doesn't know I exist. This is like a rant I guess :) I hope you enjoy <3
As I said in my bio, I wrote this on a whim. I wanted to melt hearts. So I hope to whoever reads this your heart will indeed be melted<3
What would make you admit?
Hm I think it is pretty obvious what this song is about
Poetry | Updated Oct 10, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
some times things are better left un said or are they??
Third part to my Everlast poems.
Simply about a love that means so much.
About my grandmother who is battling with brain cancer!
A sonnet I wrote for my mom when she returned from Iraq.