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Random First Lines:I am in class 11 and what I am feeling is a struggle between schooling and coaching in the arena of IIT entrance exams. » Read
A young girl struggles to survive her harsh reality.
A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
A Thanksgiving wish to my readers and to the everyone on this joyous day of thanks.
This is a poem about my first love. My first ever love for another human being beyond the type of love we have for our family, I mean passion and romance. It's a reminder to me that love comes and love goes, that all things must end. But it is also a reminder to me that I once experienced that...
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Short Story | Updated May 4, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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The pieces of mine never were...
Henry discovers an antique mirror in a remarkably strange place. The mirror is there, and yet it is not there. He looks closer and suddenly finds himself in the grip of a phenomenon that defies reason. This is an expanded rewrite of a story first posted in April 2014.
Random script that popped into my head.
Poetry | Updated Apr 5, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I have talked to "the other side" so to speak and they gave me some ideas about what reincarnation is, who is the Higher Self and that we are all a part of multi-dimensional Beings.
Time is limited.
Death is quick
A hole found me. Where do I go from here? I am asking the public to suggest how I should continue or end this written piece.
I welcome your ideas.
By Jl Reaper
Would you cut off your hand for a million dollars?
By Aaron Shamoba
True meanings of love
Â». If you love her because of her
eyes,lips or body,
it is not "Love" it is "LUST"
Â». If it is because of her intelligence
or insight about life,
it is not "Love", its "ADMIRATION"
Â». If its because she cries every time
you try to leave her,
it is not "Love" it is...
just a quick poem on how I've changed in just six months.