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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
It's the night of Christmas Eve and Ellen is alone. It is the festival season, but also thief season, and then there's the psychopaths and the murderers, who don't care what season it is. Can she ignore the bumps in the night until Christmas Day arrives?
don't bump heads.
Poetry | Updated Sep 4, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Soakie Peace
Don't let your dreams be covered......
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month ...
Gah, sorry for any hiatus, not that I have a major following or anything. Getting a buttload of physics homework really turns your creative juices into a sludge.
A life metaphor poem. I had to do it for school, but i really liked it even though it's so simple.
This is one of my fav poems I wrote, it really just expressed all my concerns and love. I really hope you like this one.