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Things that bother me about life
I wasn't too sure on this one.
A fairly recent right after a stint of writers block.
All criticism welcome
I am not completely done with political poems. This situation has me baffled. Who is more to blame. Both are equally to blame. No one is leading.
This has some humor although this situation is anything but funny.
The Teenage Compass holds the most valuable guidance on life, and finding your way in the world. It ensures that amongst the adventure, mystery, distractions, fears, and obstacles of life, you will find the direction that is right for you.
â€¢ The secret to finding your hidden...
By Matthew Zabala
Trying to restore sanity, that was robbed by bad decision making.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Jasmine Dreamscape
Lyra wracked with sorrow is unbelievably visited by none other than the man she loves.
The best way to summarize this article is by asking yourself, how were all of our developments possible?
They areâ€¦beasts in human form who feed off living humanâ€™s energyâ€¦they areâ€¦Kyruptersâ€¦you must never get close to a Kyrupterâ€¦if you doâ€¦their gaze will enslave youâ€¦
Mikki's life use to be normal, until she got followed home one day-that's where...
Kip must risk everything and go against all odds in search for her father lost at sea with her best friend, Brantley, who she is not all too willingly ready to admit she has feelings for. She must rely on her compass, companionship, and all her strengths to brave the adventures and dangers...
New artwork covers and a sneak peek at my upcoming novel entitled Kip's Compass...
She must risk all odds...to save him.
And she must not fail. Kip Ryder.
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By Lilly Lavida
Something was sticking out of the snow. It glitted in whatever sunlight could break through the thick, grey clouds. I reached my gloved hand into the snow and pulled out the brass piece. It was a compass--not just any compass, though. This compass didnâ€™t have North or South on it--it...
Book | Updated Jan 25, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself,
it is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope." Conor Oberst.