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the innocence of childhood, the things we miss the most
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 4
By Tawnie Shuhl
Look at the world, even the smallest branch can affect your life.
I did this just recently and I like it. Maybe you will too. It talks of the finest love, whatever you feel it to be :) enjoy.
This is about childhood and children. I hope to bring back the memories of your childhood, be it happy or sad. Your life as a child is a precious memory, and it will accompany you throughout your life.
...Just turn your bitter memories into sweet ones with your imagination.
about innocence of the young and how it goes so quickly as they grow older
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I'm not sure if this can be classed as a short story but I didn't know what to put it under. It's a memory. (For those who are unfamiliar with 'Nan' it means grandma.)
Elle revels in one of her most prominent memories, one that changed her life forever. From the death of her 10 year old brother from cancer and new-born sister from Down Syndrome, to her mother's rapid decline in health and her father's disappearance. Despite what has happened she thrives to...
Basicall apoem about betrayal and innocence
Poetry | Updated Nov 22, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
My view on the night just before morning.
By Rowan Brooks
Time outlives us all.
South African girl was abducted at the age of 11 by a neighbour and kept underground for 3 years in which he abused her. He made her take care of his child and because he was afraid that people might find them he made them talk in whispers.
one night he went looking for loot and was caught by a...
By Fan Fan
A poem about a young child's innocence and how that innocence, along with some imagination, can brighten life
An sos of souls..
who will save the damned?
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A Song Bird and a Lone Wolf. Melody is a quiet little thing up until her sixteenth birthday where things get a little weird. Melody's life is surrounded by magic that sets her free but she must use her gift to help someone else.
Melody's gift is only weak and Melody beleives she can't help...
Lots of symbolism here. Very personal poem. See if you can interpret my meaning ;)