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I love it when I come up with a line or two and I start developing a certain idea, but then the result it's something totally different. That happened when I came up with these simple verses, but I must say I'm really proud of the outcome. This is pretty much simple; it's about somebody holding...
A successful relationship is more than a first physical attraction. It requires a lot of work from both parties to assure that the union is enduring and successful.
It is sort of a new beginning. The TS-World Triumph was an Oil Tanker, about 32000 Tones; ships of this kind were called Liberty Ships. They were build in the United States towards the end of WWà¥¥, they were welded instead of Pop-Riveted, very cheaply and quickly build. Now they were...
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
By Kaykay Rose
What you are to me.
By John Of Origin
When John, a conman, stumbles into a quiet little town in hopes of selling his swindle, he all too quickly finds himself in a land where logic has no place and much rather nonsense is much more important than its opposite. For this is the land of Streel and as John learns all-too-quickly,...
just somthin i used to think
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Madeline Waters
I don't know why or how or anything. I just made this up. This is all.
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I wrote this whilst listening to Gold Gold Gold by Foals (hence the title of the poem.) I don't know what it's about because I've yet to write it. x
Lainey's father is in the hospital, often forgetting who she was. Anchor is a boy who can't stop thinking about her. Twisted ends of Through The Thickets.
Short Story | Updated Sep 6, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Steven Cross
Another old poem.
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
An autobiographical poem by a ghost