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A poem about i wrote along the beach on a peaceful evening.
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Amy R Burkle
A quick poem about the tragedy of a pianist who has permanently injured his hand.
When Jared Ramsey finds a box left for him by his father, he sets out on a journey to find five keys that could lead him to a whole new world.
I am re-uploading this because I made a major edit so its almost a whole new story. I have simplified it slightly as well because it was getting to a...
â€œTell me what this is,â€ Jaco demanded, holding the key out upon his flat palm.
â€œI canâ€™t...I canâ€™tâ€¦â€ I struggled against the force of my body. I felt my body beginning to grow faint, and if I refused much longer, Iâ€™d die. I fell to my knees in...
Issues can sometimes be the start of a dream...and sometimes dreams can become issues... to be rectified.
Sometimes the cold weather can make us do bizarre things ... even if it's only a day dream...
By Rambunctious Art
I wrote this poem not too long ago! It is very different than my normal poems, because it is with a stronger vocabulary! But I hope you like it all the same!
I haven't published anything in almost three year and decided to put up this short poem.
It is about rules I have for myself about life. I hope you enjoy it.
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
I didn't know what to write one day but I was in a writing mood. I made myself pick an object and work off of that. This is what happened! :)
Kazuo meets Tora in a seemingly normal summer full of beaches and badminton. But her love for the supernatural turns their summer into anything but ordinary. Caught up in legends of cursed keys, a French boyfriend stealer and badminton, Kazuo and Tora have a summer to remember.
Novel | Updated Sep 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
Im a lonely writer all alone. I hit the keys and watch the mouse. I hit the keys late on Friday nights.
Poetry | Updated Sep 17, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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...
By Raman Bajwa
It is about standing in the shoes of keys
Poetry with the structure of a riddle could assume the context of philosophy. "Selflessness" is the redefinition of what is defined as the actual selflessness society looks to achieve.
This is the note to look for inside of a fortune cookie.
A fairytale fiction story to enlighten all ages! :)