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By Mr Watson
Services for hire!
Poetry | Updated Jul 11, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 4
By Kevin Rottweiler
lost in the rain
Poetry | Updated Jun 28, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Based off Portal, a man awakes for testing not knowing what to expect. One of my first short stories.
By Jennifer Brighton
clear, black night.
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Smiles and notes in a pinch
Give him a mile, he'll take an inch.
Can't see what's infront of his face
Still makes my heart race.
Jeans and boots
Chasin' him is moot.
After Ava's excellent war poem I thought I would add mine from the prospective of the boot.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 10
A short summary of expereince living in the midst of rainforest.
By Angel Plant
About how when a man tries or does walk all over his wife, girlfriend or any woman.
This is a Sherlock Holmes piece I did for English, written in the style of Arthur Conan Doyle. Hope you like it!
By Karen Living
I've never been a romantic person until that day where I met him. I wrote on a paper heart lies he always told me. Don't meddle with the hearts, the mind, or the things instead.
Song: Meddle by Little Boots.
Dare, at least that's what he's called, grew up knowing that he was odd and going with it. He didn't care one bit about what people thought of him. Besides being different personality-wise and style-wise Dare doesn't think that he's different any other way. Until one night when his life changes.
By Naomi Folettia
When you open your eyes after a long winter you see that spring has returned again.
Rylee ReneeLynn McAller was the girl you loved to hate. Flawless skin, long, thick dark brown, almost black hair, anperfect body and personality. She had straight A's and a job. She was 17, yet partyed like she was 21. What could you excpect from a gurl whoes mother couldnt care weather she was...
By Tucker And Nikki Best Friends Forever
Look at your cat and back to me look at your cat and back to me sadly your cats not me XD
Article | Updated Feb 12, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem for my father about his presence in my memories, and how I've associated him over the years with different small things, such as the sound of his boots, his cough, his smell, the roughness of his hands, etc. If you like this poem, also see