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Poetry for, oh so human pets. Enjoy!
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is a story about two neighbors who fought over who had the right to possess hummingbird feeders.
'Memoirs of A Jail Bird' tells the story of a young lady who has been forced into "silence" her entire life. She feels like a prisoner to her feelings and thoughts because everyone always pushes her away and tells her to keep to herself for they do not have the time nor patience to help her.
Poetry | Updated Oct 23, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Who doesn't love the freedom?
Almost everyone would love to be free and independent. In this modern world people are more independent and love to do everything as per their wish, nobody would ever like if their independence is hampered by anyone.
But what if you are freedom is taken for a day?
It was a bright sunny Sunday. The birds chirped happily, the wind blew as soft as a motherâ€™s touch. Altogether, it was a fine Sunday......
Short Story | Updated Sep 13, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Beautiful stranger, dressed all in white,
what makes you wander the mountains tonight?
By Stephanie Young
A chirping bird, a busy barn. It all falls quiet when a hazel eyed girl arrives in a nightgown.
By Miss Lea
Sometimes you can call and call and no-one seems to hear
Poetry | Updated Jul 19, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
My Swallow Soul is a first-person voice from a child describing a rape experience. She sees the man as evil in his brutal assault of her, and she remembers the Biblical story of the terrifying sacrifice of a boy named Isaac by his father. She feels helpless and prays to own her soul for help.
One of the poems I submitted for Pen, Pencil, and Brush contest in my school.
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Liam Strong
This is my first round entry for
They are beautiful creatures, made of fire, and resemble the sun. They have wings and can live up to five hundred, maybe even more, years old.
They are a mythical bird.
The bird of fire.
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 9
What's in a name? "A Rose, by any other name would still...";
Would I care any more, or would you care or be blessed... If the name that I call you, were to be more a test?
You want to see inside me? You want to lay me bare? ...You want me to tell you? To know how much more I care?
My father has a deep hatred for the Japanese for their genocide at Nanjing and their of occupation Taiwan in World War II. My fatherâ€™s fatherâ€™s father, a mainland Chinese, he died from blows of a Japaneseâ€™s boots to his head. Kicked to death. His greater hatred comes from...