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By Vicki Cornell
A young girl finds herself in the middle of a war-zone while volunteering on a small island, pairing up with a fellow volunteer they make a stronghold to protect themselves from the brutal soldiers, natives and the elements.
What you are about read does contain disturbing and violent depictures...
A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
I used to fear death. I wanted to share a short story about the many unique experiences I had on my grandfather's farm when I was only 6 years old. The many things my grandfather taught me about life and ultimately about death.
A question often asked is, "Will we know each other in heaven?" Here we briefly attempt to answer that question.
I wrote this while listening to "Monster" by Skillet and "Animal I have Become" by Three days grace. I don't know what this is about exactly so I'll leave that up to the readers.
Poetry | Updated Sep 26, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This poetry is a re-up of my essay called
A little poem for you all. I'd like it to be a song. The italics are the chorus.
Just read and provide your thought on it.
Poetry | Updated Mar 17, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
White, itâ€™s the color of innocence, peace, hope. But even white's innocence, over time, is dirtied and destroyed by human nature.
Behold Man's final disgrace
A poetic story that was inspired by a rainy day.
By Lee Foreman
Series of Love/Erotica poems; erotica tales from a woman's husband whose spirit comes back to make love to her. Poems on different expressions of love. My personal sexcapades and love stories from my personal encounters with my husband. Also includes an explicit real life sexual encounter...
My name is Casey Jones and this is how I ended up in an psychiatric ward. This is not a story for people with light hearts and a weak stomach.
A poem that I created when I was thinking about the word
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0