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I had an obsession when I was younger with the Civil War. I wrote the title, prejudice, and just stared at it awhile. Then this came to me bit by bit...
Open to interpretation.
Poetry | Updated Dec 29, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 5
When artist, Kira McGovern mixes paints with the ashes of the dead, she discovers her extraordinary gift, but it also leads her to some horrifying crimes in this psychological thriller of a novel.
It seems innocent enough at
first, thought Kira McGovern--mixing her dead mother's ashes with...
Just a few metaphors to compare the art painting and the art of letting go :)
Inspired by a question from a friend and a thought from the internet. For the judged- never allow others to make you feel any less wonderful than you really are :) Feedback of any sort is much appreciated and I hope that if you like this, you will check out my other poems as well :D Thanks for...
This is an essay I wrote for school. Personally, I think this is one of my best peices of work so far! The topic was to do with ones emotions in relation to creativity - I spread my butter pretty thin on sticking to topic . . . Can you find the "hidden" metaphor near the end? Please critique, it...
Sometimes, you find something too good to be true.
Truths of lifeâ€¦
The most beautiful day: Today
The easiest thing: Equivocate
The biggest obstacle: Fear
The gravest error: give up, to despair
The root of all evils: Egoism
The most beautiful occupation: Work
The worst route to follow: Faintheartedness
The best teachers: Children
By Lobster Claw
This is a poem I wrote that describes my passion towards a particular art, done by a very common individual.
By Dave Wesson
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canvas Prints and Engraved Memorials â€“ Ideas for Making Memories Last
What is special about a memory? What is it that makes you remember an event forever â€“ that perfect sunny day on holiday, the kidsâ€™ first birthday party?...
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 13, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Honeysuckle sap glues me to my sticking place
The pain a blank canvas endures under the rage of an artis
with no inspiration.
Short Story | Updated Jan 13, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
the point of view of Jake Sulivan who struggles with drug addiction, relationship , family and mental illness.
By Theoretically In Love
My inspiration has changed. Just a simple poem.