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Jasmine's father is a war survivor, who went crazy. One day, he leaves, and Jasmine and her mother have to find him, before it's too late. Along the way, anti-social, bullied Jasmine learns to make friends, and not hide from the world.
When came the arrival of Caroline May the Trent house had been as it always been, until Caroline taught Beth Trent the meaning of silence, and the meaning of something more
By Sylvia Mcgrady
Love stopped by nothing.
Lovers or (friends minus the romance)that are forever connected.
Wrote this from the top of my head, sorry if it's sorta messy :P About two neighbors who have never seen each other before but met through song and music. Feedback would be much appreciated :) Thanks for reading!! :D
This is just something I simply came up with while I was studying for my Chemistry exam :P Funny how that works... Anyways... Hope you enjoy this not-so-short poem and please, comment if you wish :) I would love to hear your opinion on this spontaneous piece :D Thanks for taking your time to...
When you feel like all odds are against you, you're fighting for some kind of control, and everything that you held your faith in falls, you break, and change. Because that's what pain does to people.
By Willow Brook
A dream within a dream within a dream
spinning slowly I can see them one by one.
Poetry | Updated Apr 2, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Deze pagina bevat fotoâ€™s en informatie over de gouden zandstranden van Barcelona. Er zijn 4.2 km van gouden zandstranden slechts 10 minuten van het stadscentrum en 4 hoofdstrand gebieden.
Short Story | Updated Mar 5, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Lady Jewells
The mind is hopeful, but torn. If you were alone - I wouldn't worry. But you arenâ€™t.
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
A collection of poetry vaguely connected, telling stories about closer examinations on relationships, things taken for granted, and lies we believe as truths. Also, though this is under poetry, they are song lyrics for an instrumental band, accompanying music by an upcoming...
By Bez Tsarya V Golove
Sadly, very few people are lucky enough to find their perfect match and then settle down for a lifetime together. That is now mainly reserved for the story books. Instead, most seem to miss opporunities whether from fear of being turned down or from simply off timing and they assume that there...
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This is basically what has been going on between me and my friendly lately. Nothing unpleasant though.
What's a poor snowbank to do, tra la, what's a poor snowbank to do? It has no power, it waits upon the pleasure of humans, while at the mercy of them, of weather, of creatures, of the imponderables of life. Oh, what's a poor snowbank to do?
A personal poem about friends who turn into lovers. At the time i was unsure whether to take our friendship further, in the end I did yet it failed.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0