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You should have mine.
Well, it's really yours...
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
I don't know if this was meant as a lover or as God. I wavered as I wrote it.
I created this poem for a character I created.
By Northern Lights
About a girl
full of life,
full of pain,
ready for the wind.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
Life's strange places, surreal interactions.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
The debut of my Princess Series of poems: Princesses across the world. The memoir of the Persian Princess.
Poetry | Updated Dec 23, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Naomi Folettia
Interpret it any way you want. This is very deep.
Be careful what you wish for - is a short story from my novel The Unseen Promise.
It was written for a competition and I have kept it around because I have throwing things away.
The content reflects the body of the work and I hope as you read it, you will see why.
As a way of explanation - The...
Love is something that should be cherished not torn or put away. If you were to really love someone don't ruin it by doing something you can't change. I learned that the hard way.
To Eric for loving me.
To Andrew for making me realize what love feels like.
To both of them for everything.
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2012 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
This poem doesn't rhyme but it shows how much I love the man of my dreams. He's my world and has helped me through some pretty tough situations. I believe that anyone else would have already left. If you are reading this, love, then never forget how much I truly care. XOXOX
about a girl who is consider cold, and a boy telling his view of her.
Poetry | Updated Sep 20, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
Sometimes even when I'm all alone at my house or outside, I feel like I have someone standing there with me and I can't get the image out of my head that it was the last person in the room with me.
And so this sprang up one night.
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2012 | Reads: 36 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1