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By Taco Dan
What is reality? How far can your conscious take you?
Does poetry have a special connection to the reader, or is it all a delusion?
I'm not that good in typing in English so i'm sorry for the mistakes i made. Trying my best!
This goes out to the people who are as I once was, and I hope that it carries the same message to them as it held to Me, when I first wrote it; No Matter How Hard Things Become... Never Give Up.
Its a connection. That is the key that unites a melody, with a man, with a stranger. In a simple classroom two children discover what it truly means to connect. That single moment, that sharing, will change a thought. It might just change a life.
This is a true story. It is about my granddaughter, Makayla who lives in Chicago with her single mother and other siblings. Her father and his wife live in Mobile Alabama. They have no other children.
Makayla looks forward to her summer visits to Alabama either for two or three weeks or for...
this is just kind of like practice, really. it didnt take long to write this, obviously by the grammar and spelling.
its actually about how love effects our brains, and where we go to find the answers of where it truly comes from.
Wayah has always feared who she really was....
But when something evil starts to hunt the people she loves she must face the truth of who she really is...
Inolah has always known what she is....
She was born into a world where Faeries were not a myth, where werewolves were more then just a...
My name is Simon. I have a twin brother. His name is Sam.
Short Story | Updated Apr 12, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ranko Radojevic
Poem about inspiration, our power and ability to create.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
This is a story about a girl and her typewriter. The narrator is the typewriter. This poem reads as if two women are finding themselves together for the very first time.
By Olive Higgs
Yuck, I need to stop writing love poems. I really don't at the same time though! I AM NOT LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE I PROMISE
The truth about abortion
Something I thougth was needed to be said. This is how I think many of today's relationships should be because so many of them are the opposite.
Poetry | Updated Nov 25, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0