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Random First Lines:A Poetry Review, again from high school. Your thoughts are very much appreciated !
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By Georgina V Solly
A Spanish villa in August with a myriad of guests.
By Comedy Poetry
As my real name is Indie Cisive (yeah, Indie Skreetâ€™s not my real name in case you hadnâ€™t guessed), thought I would post two in case one of them falls flat; I want the opportunity to fall flat twice â€¦â€¦ never say Indie Vidual does things by halves ;)
The difference between want and need.
A piece of poetry of many opinions.
We need to re-build our trust. You, me and everyone else on this wildly-spinning sphere weâ€™ve named Earth. Together. Itâ€™s not global, and itâ€™s not local - itâ€™s personal.
Weâ€™re really very similar, you and I â€“ despite convincingly different outer...
In this poem, I'm basically begging one of my best friends to stay in high school because he's destroying his life otherwise.
A short story written by Missy. A true story of Hope in the midst of life's struggles.
When a robin finds himself without a parent, he is accepted by
a blue jay.
By Shellie Burg
Just a little Mother's Day thing about my mom.
Miscellaneous | Updated May 9, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I miss you Mikey... and you'd be really excited to know I won a contest on Booksie... :) I know you wanted me to tell you what became of that. I got 3rd place overall, but 1st place for the poetry category.
Love and miss you,
The reporter, Brian Clifford, has no other alternative but to believe that a strange, with extraordinary power, has been spreading goodness in his wake. He has also learned that stranger gives new meanings to words such as love, duties, fellowmen, bothers and sisters in humanity.
Thinking about the money we have
Poetry | Updated Mar 14, 2010 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A street in India and... a bicycle weaving towards Mahatma's house. A feel-good story for kids.
Another school assignment thing for some contest. This year we had to take a proverb and relate it to America somehow. I decided to do a poem because it's the shorter, easier way and I'm just lazy like that. Plus, I imagined it would be pretty if I wrote it as a poem. This is also a rough draft,...