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This is about the "bond" between breaking dawn (booksie author) and her sister, whose life she saved by giving her bone marrow. I thought that was an extremely brave thing to do, and I thought that Breaking dawn deserved a poem about that.
A completely Twilight and Co. based poem! Originally written to send to my favorite podcast!
its a fan fic to twilight, Stephenie meyers series.
Short Story | Updated Jun 17, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An extremly random book I came up with while waching a report on tv about New Jersy...
Book | Updated May 30, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 11
Brianna Marie Race, or Bree as everyone calls her, is just a normal girl. Her life is great; when suddenly, everything that she has come to know and trust begins spiralling out of control. Right when she thought her life couldn't get any worse; she finds herself in a situation that would be more...
I never know where these things come from.
By Nadilyn And Lydian
I watch as the gray sky morning passes, only to sigh, another day.
Poetry | Updated May 11, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A lonely woman goes back every dawn to the place where her lover left her, never saying goodbye...
Poetry | Updated Apr 18, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Terry Collett
A WOMAN AND HER LIFE OF ABUSE AND NEW HOPES.
Poetry | Updated Apr 8, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Another short poem. A fragile crystal balanced on a blade of grass.......
Sometimes the most beautiful things are fragile.
Dawn is such a beautiful word to describe the up-comings of every day. But maybe it's worse than we thought.
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A poem about the receding darkness and the coming of the light.
The is a light in the darkness and soon the dawn will come with better days to live.
By Mr Oakum
Another poem about nature.
Poetry | Updated Dec 17, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hey baby me again,
Got tired of playing solitare and reading books so I'm writing you. Guess I should tell you some of my history. O.k. here we go. My alcoholic stems from a lot of things
1. It runs in the family. My parents are both Alcoholics. I
By Terry Collett
TWO WOMEN AND THEIR NIGHT TOGETHER.
Short Story | Updated Aug 27, 2007 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1