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Random First Lines:This is the first script to the first issue of the comic I' writing "Dead Man's Hand" based on my short story of the same title. This is far from... » Read
Chiron Moon In Due Time The Mark is Met
Luna Looms in Aquas Dominion.
Goal to Goal Flowing Oceania
Neptune too soon learns the Fate
awaiting Tempered Thors Hammer
Beelzebubs Gluttonous Lord of the Flies
Death and Ressurection
Seasons of the Hunt
sessions unrelenting as Such
these are the...
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Kara Ravenhearst
Just a poem that came in my mind...
If your child strays into the wrong way of life, they need your help.
The Key of Deus Cor literally translates to:
Take heart! The lens of long life transforms lingering longings for sweetness of love in a surging sense of Joy that embraces and celebrates both what is and what was
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
People change, the ages grow up!!!
Sometimes things just come to my mind and I have to write down what I feel it is great therapy for me, I can be daydreaming and thoughts and feelings will come to me and the space in between is for me the times when I can escape from who I am and be somebody else I suppose.
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Sometimes its very hard to see signs of a marriage that has gone wrong and your the last to know you never see the signs of it and when it hits you your world falls apart right before your eyes. This is a short story about my life and the Happiness I had and I heartach I now have in my Life.
By Dr Robert E Mcginnis
People are moving to Paradise to begin new lives and to help Harry Raven who is now chief of two tribes. Harry has been elected by trial to the Wisnook as chief and he has become of the ancient tribe by his blood connection. He is a marvelous leader who goes about the business of creating a...
By Ezeh Chibuoke
I'll cry and I'll cry
But I' don't know why
Yet I know not what I feel
I don't feel
And I know when
When my satiety is overwhelmed
Just because you don't remember doesn't mean you won't think about it.
the ego fights the spirit
Poetry | Updated Aug 3, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 8