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By Lady Alanna
Another stab at poetry. It's about lost love.
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: 56 | 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