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One of many poems I've written this year.
With a new style comes a new beginning. Just trying something different with this.
Poetry | Updated Aug 23, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 12
By Sara Battaglia
I wrote this while painstakingly writing a 20 page research paper and staying up all night. In my delusional tired state I managed to scribble out a few lines.
"Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep...
The delicate life of the jelly fish.
Her boyfriend got hit by a car, he got sick, he hurts her, until she finds a strange reason why her boyfriend is actually not where she thought he would be.... read on!
Novel | Updated May 18, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Snow is falling...
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By James Edgar Cooper
Have you ever had that friendship with someone who makes you feel so alive? That person that you can trust? That one person that is your light when the rest of the world is dark? What if one day, you began to drift. Nothing was said, but you just don't seem to be as close as what you once were?...
What I feel before I say goodbye.
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Argentum Et Caeruleas
Poetry | Updated Mar 9, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A dream-like state of mind.
A 15 year old girls first experience drifting with The Family.
Short Story | Updated Oct 17, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In all of mankind there isn't anything more beautiful, unique, miraculous and perfect than a single crystal of ice dropping from the sky like a tear. I got inspired by a Christmas card featuring Helen Steiner Rice's poem "In the Beauty of a Snowflake" on it, and decided that it was too short so...
Where am i going? I don't know. It's been this way for three years now.
I am 16...
I am wondering...
I am floating...
I am drifting
By J L Hehl
A journey to self revelation
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0