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The American West was a notion, not a nation. It was a process, not a place. The native animal and human life of the West was displaced,... » Read
By Jeff Bezaire
A man's final moments.
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is my recollection of events that took place in my home regarding an encounter with an unknown event or being. I have had numerous encounters over the past year, but nothing like I have had recently.
Bound to the Holy Ghost
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 23, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I'm tired of his promises
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
short sweet little valentines day poem
Letting go of all that is inside and holding you down
from being who you are. Washing your hands and saying good by to bad memories.
By Hope Maker 64
Join Eevee, a human turned into a PokÃ©mon, and his friend Demi, a Chikorita, as they journey to find out why Eevee has turned into PokÃ©mon. The Ruverti region was once a PokÃ©mon's idea of paradise, until a string of events caused it to crumble under everyone's feet. The cause is only to...
Ashton has found Autumn, Falling in love with her was unexpected and dangerous although he doesn't see that yet. He feels the need to protect her from everything. Teach her everything she needs to know about life.
Make a short story or poem using these song titles from the rock band
This is probably one of the first poems I've written which has nothing to do with depression and or love! Lol xD I wrote this for eveferee's 5 lines contest where I was given the setting a Desert and Main idea which was Magic. Being so utterly obsessed with Merlin and Harry Potter I was excited...
Not Broke Bound.
Poetry | Updated Feb 11, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I want people to be inspired, and to let their work and creativity shine their real emotions and their real thoughts. This goes for myself to, I limit my writings to very simple form and sometimes afraid to go into new boundaries.
bound by curiosity
we are but slaves
of our desire to learn
By Juli Monat
No time to ask why.
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0