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A different take on the philosophical question about when a tree falls in the forest.
Kind of fun with the crime aspect.
Four children are playing a common game of "I Spy: With My Little Eye" in a deserted school building. They are one of the few left besides a few officials that check on the place from time to time. It was around this time when they are interrupted by a stranger who infiltrates their secondary...
One of my favorite memories before life happened.
She walked away, leaving it all behind.
By Liam Strong
This has been an ongoing idea ever since I was a child, and this is my first attempt at writing it...this is also my first ever fantasy story, so I hope a bunch of you will enjoy! (And booksie is a turd because it says someone already has this title, but boo hoo I'm keeping it.)
Something I wrote a while back. I'm not sure what caused me to write this but it came out ok right? Tell me what you think?
By Karla Paredes
Hello, to everyone reading this. My name is Clara Smith, or at least today it is. I'm going to tell you what happened to me when I was 16years old, I would say it has changed my life, but that would mean it is actually mine.
Nothing is ever fully put together
Inspire by the quote: One day carpenters will fashion plastic trees and artists will paint their nylon leaves.
Poetry | Updated Mar 9, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
It's a short poem about leaves and nature.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Traveling Bible Salesman
A garland cinquain about the Blue Ridge Mountains, somewhere in the South.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Eg Friday
Poem about the Sun and Earth and their eternal relationship.
Poetry | Updated Jan 30, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My personification of Autumn :-)
A poem I recently wrote about Springtime.
This poem is about Dylan Thomas's 'Being but men'. According to Dylan Thomas, 'Being but men, we walk into the trees'. Children, by contrast, he thinks can climb up above the trees and 'wonder at the unfailing stars'. My poem proposes an alternative. If, instead of thinking we're 'but men', we...
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0