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Please leave your opinions! good and bad ! The difficulty alot of us young ladies have or had. If your becoming woman, are one, or simply a male with a curious appetite this should be for you.
By Tucker Haase
A continuation to my short story "A Peasant and a Queen". Hope you enjoy.
By Chris Bradbury
This is the story of Conrad Borscz who, in the space of a few days, loses his wife, his job and his house. He goes to the south coast to recuperate at Beachside, a guest house but, much against his will, becomes entangled in the local politics and the disasters of other people's lives.
Book | Updated Jun 4, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A short prose piece about a meadow in the night comprised by a song.
expressway for Slaughtering Steps.
Orange Juice spiked
nails me with rusted
Toasted or Frozen, Blood
This was supposed to be loosely related to war but I chose to focus on the emotions it causes rather than a description of it.I hope that you might think that I was able to portray some of the emotions involved in it, enjoy!
Well, as you can tell... I was REALLY hoping for spring after four months of snow and freezing cold. The winter can only be so beautiful for so long...
I'm sorry. for everything. for not realising. for being a jack ass. for hurting you. for me. for everything. and its too late, but I'm so so sorry. with all my heart.
A man's thoughts after losing his first true love.
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ravian Bloodrose
This is about someone seeing another person like them who has suffered some sort of soul hardening pain and all they want to do is fix it.
By Spirit Of Freedom
I love watching feathers float in the wind and notice them where ever I go. So, this poem was inspired by many a feather floating along in the wind :)
A simple girl and her lover, gentle romance..
By Angel Plant
You truly are a sight so pretty. I love it when you come and sing to me. So gentle so caring.
Poetry | Updated Sep 18, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Someone whom I met in cyberspace, a virtual friend on here Booksie. An individual I call friend, for they are as supportive me of as they are of my writings. We enjoy a little banter and share mutual respect.
I am unable. I am incapable. I am feeble. I am me.