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What does Black represents..
Poetry | Updated Apr 27, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I was inspired to right this after watching an old Asian Novela that way back then have caught my attention and I admit that somehow until now it still does=D. It speaks of what love can do for people of different worlds.
Poetry | Updated Apr 23, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem dedicated for my dearest friend who have been having rough days lately, she's my only color in this life.
a remarkable poem of loss and gain.
By Jax Franklin
Introspective view of life...
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
By Loving Healer
The deep description of the first color of the rainbow
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is inspired by one of my very good role models. Just wanted to say that. Hahah. XD Thank you and enjoy. C: BTW, I can't seem to delete the ending that wasn't necessary to my poem. When I saw it, I wanted to delete those but I can't for some reason. :P UGH. Please just ignore those. :P
An absurd idea of depicting a golden sphere as our maker or god, and we have reached the limit of its patience, and now the Sphere is going to undone the wrong choice it made with creating us, humans.
Santa Claus, the Magical is about a young boy and girl who are confused regarding the racial characteristics of Santa Claus. Their questions are confirmed when they eventually get to meet Santa Claus himself. Santa entertains the two young children, and they learn a very magical secret about...
A counterpart poem to my other poem Black (called Black Hope on this site). Called White Hope for consistency's sake.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An award-winning poem I wrote when I was much younger.
It's name is different because, as one might expect the name
Poetry | Updated Nov 19, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I am res and blue
But she says I am green
She is yellow-ish
I do not care what they think
I am a box of crayons
This is something I've mentally put together over the course of the season so far..... The title stands figuratively and literally.
I wrote this about my recent performances with the Lafayette Jefferson Color Guard. I'm so proud of our show. :)