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By Demon Princess
a Haiku i had to write for my english class
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Give me love like her,
'cause lately I've been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I'd let them go,
And that I'll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I'll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya.
-Ed Sheeran, Give Me Love
Tern daydreams of a butterfly! Enjoy!:)
By Kristy Nicolle
A poem about the way in which language blooms in the mind of a writer.
A shy but constantly smiling young man who works as a florist meets a woman with a cool exterior and a rumbling motorcycle. The differences between the two could not be more defined. Naturally, he soon develops an attraction to her. As they learn more about each other, their budding friendship...
Novel | Updated Jan 11, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
An agricultural tribe who thinks their God (Shalamlu) cursed there land were nomadic and moved from land to land, to start a new. It isn't until one day a farmer finds the reason to the curse, that they are freed.
It's another Karsten Mars
Tern, a boy who likes flowers, receives some flowers from his two friends. Enjoy!
By Bhavya Sinha
Poetry | Updated Oct 29, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By The Stray Princess
Perfectionism can be difficult to appreciate.
Short Story | Updated Oct 20, 2014 | Reads: 72 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
there is a bond between these fragrances and memories. The scent of these flowers remind me of some moments that passed.
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2014 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Late night thoughts...
Anything's possible to this friendship...
Which may also be the same as saying everything is impossible to this friendship. It was a tightrope they have believed that moving on and forgetting was clearly the same content, that no one wanted to forget and in the end no one was able to move...
This is a descriptive poem for an old house that exudes history, beauty, and a secret.