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Some random thoughts turned to poetry
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a small poem I wrote about the person I love. Honestly, I don't get why he loves me.. but he tells me everyday. <3 I love you hun
By Deirdre Hoh
A poem that discribes life. It describes how sometimes we don't get to where we want to be.
By Akshay Khokhar
I want to do it all, and want to do it all in good spirit and in great way. I want to read, I want to write, I want to play, I want to click, I want to visit all the forms of art and creativity, I want to travel the world, I want to do it all... but the life is too short
Can one find a greater love than a devoted lover?
By Bill Rayburn
Determining what is important to us, understanding what we are passionate about, and why, can define an entire life.
And possibly should.
Makes me think of a great French Quote:
"To say 'no' to champagne is to say 'no' to life"
Many times we come across those people that will put us down and tell us "no". Only we know how far we can get. Only we know how bad we truly want something.
Unresolved issues between the human mind, body and soul.
Poetry | Updated Jan 17, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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By Tcm Ronin
Man waiting in a room
Short Story | Updated Nov 30, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I'll just say that those are my worries and thoughts in their most rough state.I know I'm not that good with words and I want to apologize that I'm not a native English speaker,but this is something that was in my heart,something I can't share with anyone and didn't think i would either.
Scheckie finds a job at the diner with Ruby and Chef Belsen and a room for himself and Squiggles, abandoned puppy, at Mrs. Cutin's rooming house and in the end knows he's being as good a boy as the lady Miriam at the Home could have wished.
By Eileen Mcguinness
Sometimes we are more sad in losing those special friends that mean the world to us than our own family whom we rarely see much of.In my case the former rather than the latter applies.It is with ambiguity that i write this poem because i feel the need to move on with my life and yet in some...
sometimes when you walk through an open door you get something different then what you expected to be there.
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0