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By Mikey Mccormack
In loving memory of a wonderful mother.. cut short, before her time... words are not enough, but they are always a good place to start.
By Nova Chan
a lot of blood and knives
not for the faint hearted
Short Story | Updated Aug 30, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Into your embrace I fall again; Angel of Sin...
Poetry | Updated Aug 25, 2007 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Soul Decay
Book 2. Tazarkul now seeks the next statue of the Elements, but will it be as easy as the first or will it remain hidden forever? Fire, Water, Thunder, Earth, Air, Light and Darkness. Seven elements, seven powers, seven hopes, three warriors, one Destiny.
This was life or death for my daughter having a grand-mile seizure at 7 years old. This is what she saw and she doesn't lie either. :-) As soon as I pushed publish for this poem. My wife had me go outside where two hawks or falcons circled our house until my daughter came outside. They...
Poetry | Updated Aug 8, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this piece when I was bored. It's not been edited at all (like all of my poetry).
Poetry | Updated Jul 31, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
The dark ground soaked in my blood thirstily as I lay unaware that the time was right...
The people we meet in our lives are shining stars in a world of darkness...
Poetry | Updated Jul 4, 2007 | Reads: 123 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
This time sadness was not brought on by season.
Poetry | Updated Jun 29, 2007 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
Idk...It's hard to summarize.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem of what it is like to be in the realm of the Spirit.
Poetry | Updated Jun 12, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Robin M Swart
When silly things are said and done
Sirdemon Growled and slamed his sword into the ground His blond hair turmed white. His greem eye went Blue. His Demonic wing turned into a Angel one. Now he was a full Angel. Raging Light his sword Went from Silver then changed into Gold. He stood there a full angel now.
By Byron Quinn
A dark poem of hiding from the evil that preys on our souls
By Byron Quinn
A funeral poem (Inspired by Auden)