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By Evangelina Samuell
There are times when we feel empty, but are we really ever empty?
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Joan A Brown
There is nothing that compares to the feeling of two chemistries meeting, matchingâ€”touching.
Chemistry is not to be taken for granted, however. It is a special ingredient inside the gift of mutual love. If you are fortunate enough to share such a uniquely special chemistry with someone,...
By Arturon Gillespie
One of the many reasons for writing Poetry.
Influenced by my experiences seeing homeless people and people in help described in this poem which I wrote with me trying to feel some empathy mixing with description. Written in 7th grade. I liked this poem, but I liked the description of "Blind Soul in an Empty Street" more. I also used some...
There is a little elephant, who grows into gigantic proportions!
By Jill Gatsby
When Raymond woke up and discovered his mother was missing the idea that she'd disappeared into a bottle of perfume was too much for the poor sap to take, but that's what the message said.
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
i miss being a kid... :) do you miss it too?
Angel has a crazy dream. What happens? And was it a dream?
Not sure exactly what it's about, it just came out. Bit of a ramble i'm afraid.
A man meets a woman after the love of his life leaves him.
Short Story | Updated Dec 12, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Kiya gets to kiss Peter, her true love, at a party during spin the bottle. She then leaves the room, unable to handle the perfect situation.
You raise the masts with a loop of cotton
Poetry | Updated Oct 15, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
this is about my realtionship with my mother. and my inspiration for this was from a song by Demi Lovato
One small bottle, can change you life forever.