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By Aurora Lynn
Love. An emotion so pure and gentle yet can last an eternity in the hearts of two soul mates.
The second part of "Aira".
One of my favorite memories before life happened.
For Rory, who has been the best support and encouragement I could have ever wished for. There's nothing else to be said.
In a school shooting, can you ever feel pity for the perpatrator? Can you ever forgive them what they have done? Enter the mind of the person caught in the middle of this, as...
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Juli Monat
Mistery from the "outer space".
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Stella Bell
It's dark in our way
I see no Light
But with him I'm spotting stars
And Suddenly Life Seems Right
~ Elle Fields Diary
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Elle Fields loves her boyfriend...
By Laila Alexander
My first trip to the Egyptian Museum in Cairo alone, with a new light of awareness.
**Note: this photo was taken before the revolutionary protests, now a few changes here and there happened.
By Mademoiselle Jolie
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2012 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 9
We all see things we do not want to at times. We all feel the sting of betrayal, the burn of envy, and all experience what we deem as unfair. If we don't give in to these temporary blows to the foundations of our strengths all would be better prepared for what is still yet to come. This isn't...
A Little Winters Walk With My Dog In The Snow It Seemed Fitting for dibbledabble's Challenge I Hope You Enjoy :)
By J L Hehl
Southern charm, southern memories, time changes everything.
A dear old dad trying to impart wisdom on his son.
By Veronika Sage
a poem about remembrance day. enjoy :)
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
There is this old poem called "The Lady Of Shalott" and I really liked it, so I have made up two extra verses to carry on the story of the poem. They have the same rhythm as the poem and are basically an extension to the poem.