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This is my poem for my two friends. I hope they get through their trouble.
If there are persons reading this going through a trauma of similar nature please seek help as soon as possible. Make someone listen to you; don't allow your soul to be murdered by anyone. The victims of this perpetrator have no soul; there is no revenge powerful enough to satisfy us. When he...
SUV Owners observation on behaviour post celebs eg Paris Hilton
Posh Spice .
The intolerance ; greed
Well, this was a flash piece I wrote last night. It was quick writing and I had no idea where I was going until I got there so I hope it works.
Short Story | Updated Aug 11, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 9
This is a poem I wrote mainly because my girlfriend and I got into an arguement and I had a lot on my mind.
There is a part of you brain that tells you to run! Called the prey response which makes the predator follow from instinct.
But in this story, the predator already knows she is prey and running will do her no good. He is only after her but she has to make a decision.
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This is my opinion on the Get Smart movie.
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
Beth and Susan take a trip to Houston, not their first, but when Susan finds out about Beth's husband, will it be their last?
(I wrote this a long time ago and never finished it. It's now complete, in 5 chapters. I hope you enjoy! ~ Nix)
To be or not to be, that is the question.
- William Shakespear
By Ezeh Chibuoke
When you say, "I miss the things you do"
I just want to get back close again to you
But for now, your voice is near enough
How I miss you and I miss your love
And though, all the days that pass me by so slow
By Ezeh Chibuoke
I love the way you stand in my way
You won't move 'til you get a kiss
And how you tell me that my name
It tastes so sweet on your lips
I love the way you hold me with your eyes
Hold me so tight that I can't move
It's like everything I've ever known is a lie
And you're the simple truth
Wish I could just open up already . .
Poetry | Updated Apr 20, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
Just some anger I need to release. Poem follows an A-A-B-B rhyme scheme.
Poetry | Updated Mar 21, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 10