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(She sat in the front. â€œPerhaps so that no kid would look behind and fall into oblivion.â€) Rebecca will haunt you every time you blink, but you will always craw back for more.
What am I to do? I can't let anyone know not even you!
By Andrew F Lewis
A short commonplace about the true meaning of beauty and how that changes ugliness.
I found a new life, and found my life's love. And because he will never see this, his name is Brandon.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Spirit Of Freedom
Sweet loving, long distance relationships
By Ahmed Raouf
Something coming right from the heart.
By Silver 84
The summary of Gordon Ramsay to the tune of 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'
By Maximum Red
this poem becomes a bit of a ramble but i like it and its felling of a new begining
By Mack Jordan
About a man and his dog! Twist at the ending! Hope you enjoy very amateur writing :o)
â€œUmm, a cheese sandwich please,â€ I said. She looked at me funnily a moment. I know what she was thinking. Why come to a music cafÃ© just for that? Or she looks shady. Or even, only cheese!
Follow Ash in her love life, new life but also when she kills life.
Heaven and Hell are both Shaken up by the birth of a child who has mixture of both bloods, something that shouldn't exist.
Do you ever get that feeling? Not having that sense of fullness that so many people enjoy? If you, however, are one of the lucky ones who does hold within them a sense of fullness, then this is what the others feel like.
I wrote this poem to give me exactly what the title implies, hope. Its a bit hard to keep up happy spirits when the world on your shoulders, isn't it? So, I wrote this for me to read when things in my life got really bad, just to add a little light to my day.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Written by Roselyn Edwards
Status: Rough Draft
A poem that I wrote about how love when it is young is so lively so excited; the onlookers will often say that won't last long, but the point being love is at it's best if it can stay young even when it is old.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 22 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0