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Random First Lines:The Perks of Being a Wallflower written by Stephen Chbosky.
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By Jacob Wilson
A story about how we can all use a little bit of a child's viewpoint on things
A poem regarding the grateful mindset we should all acquire.
By Melissa Firefox
Inspired by SoftDreamer7's lovely poem about our veterans. Please enjoy! God bless America!
We often complain or rue about our station in life or the experiences we have to go through and sometimes think it's unfair that we have to carry heavier burdens than other people we know. This poem attempts to explain the seeming unfairness and apparent injustice that takes place in our lives,...
Iâ€™m pleased to be who I am,
living life to my pace and by my own hand.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Medically, physically, emotionally & spiritually. These past few weeks have been crazy, and I really appreciate the things my mom has done for me and how she's been right here by my side thru' every step of the way. She's an outstanding mother, role model and now friend. We've never been so...
By Indie Skreet
Poem about the benefits of a telephone directory. I needed to have some repairs carried out at the clinic and was lucky enough to have some carried out on myself at the same time ...
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2013 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
This is for those who have helped me out by making me smile recently......you know who you are.
By Misha Pascal
It seems we all forget time doesn't stop. Not for me or you. We forget that every second counts. We forget to be grateful. If time stopped, I bet we would sit and think about the little things that don't seem to matter.
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Just saying thanks for all those who have been in my life. :)
Poetry | Updated Sep 23, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
I am unable. I am incapable. I am feeble. I am me.
A story of my first love
A poem for a lost love.
Poetry | Updated Apr 22, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1