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By Jordan Tennant
Our lives are temporary but our Faith lasts forever.
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Trying To Learn About My Madness"
List of rose and their meanings.
I can't upload the first chapter of my main novel yet because it's not fully edited so I thought I'd just do an article on roses since they'll be popping up in my novel quite a bit.
By Miss Debbie
Illeron has seen it's darkest day with the Great War that had ensued. The kingdom of humans, Victorey, had fallen, leaving two heirs. The young princesses, Sue-Ellen and Heather. They were not even five when their world had turned into a destitute place. Princess Sue-Ellen was raised by her...
This poem talks about my ex room mate who was like a real good friend to me.
Poetry | Updated Apr 4, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Miss Debbie
A strong bond between a Princess and a gryphon can never be broken, even after death.
did you really love me?
or was it just desire
and a figment of my imagination
By Adrian Quincy
A simple poem spurred by thought and boredom, as most things are. Ponderings of the world, everything in it, and the human reaction to "Forever".
Poetry | Updated Feb 21, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Natalie Hancock
You can now buy Eternal Darkness on Amazon.com/uk
By Story Spinner
A reminiscence of the vital role Mom played (and continues to play) in the lives of her children. At the time of the poem, she is turning 89 and she enjoys her life--past, present, and future.
Following the death of my mother I witnessed the death of 15 family members/friends in less than 18 months. Every other day was an invitation to a funeral. I happened to also lose an extremely good friend of mine. This is a poem dedicated to my friend.
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 13
By This Was Once A Pencil
Felt by the heart, not by the mind.
Cannot be explained or defined.
Eternal and Unnameable, A fable of time
Steady strong and stable, love is our bind
This one is more dark medieval. Tell me what you think, be honest! =D