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Breaking on a broken past, Zac, Isaac, and Taylor Hanson must look deep within themselves and travel back in time to the past to undo an event that should never have been...and a past that should never have been uncovered. When something goes awry however, and the past is forced back into the...
Paper Bombardier few fears enrapture more than horizontal Ink splatter rounds at the Bar From a Gold Bullion Gunpowder Pen charged where the Signet ring reads The God Literati.Full Metal Jacket For Good Bad and Ugly,Bumping Ax along the Grain for a tree Stump for days- Quantifying Ways to...
Sunshine beaming in from a window
Proud Lion Like shine
blends my thinking with the wine Im
drinking from none other than a Vine
one Paw deep in the Terra
soil moister than most
fertile crescent valley
alley of perception
for the prowl.
Lunatic Hour approaches
About getting rid of the Past. (took the picture myself)
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
IF I COULD RAN AWAY FROM MY TEARS
Poetry | Updated Jun 15, 2013 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
Fragment Earth â€“ An epic adventure into madness, this series of short stories explores the chains that bind the human spirit to the repetition of survival.
S.S.H.U.T.: Identifying Evil
What if people could think for themselves? No, I don't mean rotating the...
Literary endeavor Alpha Beta
Savoring Tastes made suiltable
fruitlike Consistancy SugarCane Sweet
for the Chosen Known few who adore the
exploratory factor at Hand with Pen notations
equating the Nexus of Skill Balance
Scaled weight waiting for delivery
Bill of Lading Stating...
A song called The One That Got Away
By Ke Caldwell
This poem was derived from a dream I had one night. I am a new struggling Christian and before sleep that I night I prayed for God to guide. Things in my life were becoming quite complicated and I needed help.
One crucial aspect of the dream has been left out of the poem. In my poem I talk...
expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood
By Ina Mcfarmers
Burden of guilt
Short Story | Updated May 22, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2