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Don't ever say yes when you really mean no.
Don't just push your true feelings away when they are stronger than before.
It may not happen right now, but it will happen when the right time comes.
Short Story | Updated May 2, 2014 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
Continued Chapter 9
Romance/Adventure short story of a widow woman in her 50's with a average life alone that opens up to possibilities again.
Josophine is traveling west in the mid 1800's. She didn't expect meeting any hardships along the way, but oh- was she wrong. Along with finding the love of her life, she saves many lives and fights well for her story to end. This is a history project that i did this year, but it was so good that...
A girl finds out a secrect about her bother who she and everybody else looks up to. and she tries to help him and ends up taking blame for evrything he does, such as stealing from their parents. In the end the "guns" are cops, he gets in deep trouble and she takes the blame, cuz y not? she the...
By Sirens Song
I once had a dream, of my soul falling and finding yours in a tree
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
Poem about the world and how we have lost our way..
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Edward Gordon
A tale of a small boy living in a grim industrial city during the the grey years of the 1950's, in an adult dominated society indifferent to his young dreams. A deeply abiding, unconscious desire to get lost . . . to be in a different sunlit place, one day drives him to step out into the world...
By Mark Lee
Directed to anyone pursuing their artistic endeavors in whatever form that may be never give up.
Poetry | Updated Jul 12, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0