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Poetry | Updated Apr 15, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I put two mini projects in one because they really are tiny!
The Girl - A mini saga(story out of 50 words) that I wrote at school:)
The Colours of a Grenade - Errm title is self explanatory.
Enjoy and comment please:D
This Poem is dedicated to my best friend, who had a rock relationship with a boy who cheated on her and used her for money, and she is only 14 years old.
Meaning: I used to love you, and let the bad things you did just go over me, but after you hurt my feelings to much, I lost my love for you....
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 5
Jane is at a funeral, but she doesn't know who's. please read and comment.
Just a few lines of what the colour red makes me think of. I got a really good grade for this in English at school, and just wondered what anyone else thought.
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
WARNING:THIS POEM MAY BE A BIT TOO GRUESOME FOR YOUNG READERS!
Other then that, it is a colourful poem set in a field in the middle of the day.
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
white is a tint, the perception that is evoke d by light and can be seperated using a prism, showing g different colours of the spectrum...
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I was inspired to write this after discovering many interesting things about mere-death experiences, and about my own personal feelings.
I heard a woman talking on TV about how she had died and gone to heaven, and she told about her amazing journey and she had said that the colours she had seen...
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 5
By Amy I Hughes
Colour is everywheree, especially in people.
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
A poem; describing the phases of romance using the image of summer - comparing the dizzying, invigorating early days with the bliss of the first timid rays of light and the end with the sense of loss at watching the first leaves fall.
If you don't know what synesthesia is then please research it to make sense of this poem! This condition fascinates me and I wanted to capture in this what my friend (a synesthete) has told me of what she sees! And I also thought, whilst you were at it you could learn to spell it, so it became...
It is written in narrative verses and is about love and loss.
Miscellaneous | Updated Jun 2, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2