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By Melissa Firefox
The answer is needed-- so clear, so clear.
I find it very hard to show my feelings to my children..,
After a breakdown in my marriage I become isolated towards the outside the world..
trapped in my own world not begin able to speak to my family about my feelings and behaviour I decided to write how I was feeling at that present...
Poetry | Updated Nov 15, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
What is it that is causing damage? Damage to us I mean. Us, the people of the world, why are we so unhappy? What have we forgotten over the years? What have we left behind? Purity is almost long forgotten.
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An old friend reappears in Samuel's life at just the right time.
Short Story | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 68 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This poem is about staying strong. It may be the hardest thing you ever have to do, keep your head up and don't let people bring you down. It compared to a candle, in a unique way. To think about how sensitive candles are, and how easy they are to blow out.
A book is in the midst of the world. A curse can be cast out and it watches you. It feeds off the power you give it.
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ian Dawn
Warhammer 40K story of a War machine Martian Gargantua variant and the torturered soul embedded within
The choice we make!
This is my entry for YankeesFan68's All Survivor's Contest.
It's my first short story, so I hope you like it!
something I wrote to and old flame
Miscellaneous | Updated Jul 12, 2013 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Moonlit incendiary sequence
of a Catfight.
Panthera whelping Genesis flexing
Monarchal sparkling of a Flame
set to Burn yon Shiloh.
Reflection evident this evenings Moon
Non Benign Feline approach of Twilight
Virtue Vice incisor Bite of Pride
A poem about... well, figure it out yourself.
By Vivien Jaramillo
After being separated for a while, I still hope, we could fiend our way back home.
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2