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Teachings and Practices From The Buddhist and Jain Cultures
I was eating a lemon then i started writing
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2013 | Reads: 82 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Ayla Daniels
This is a found poem.. so I pretty much just looked for random sentences and put them in a poem with a few modifications :) It was a lot of fun to do, and my favourite part is that it has an unlimited amount of ways it can be interpreted. Hope you enjoy.
Ugh, dogs right?
By Rusted Crimson Lust
A reason to smile when things are looking bad. Or you can always burn life's house down. With the lemons.
Four Girls, from four cities, four lives, filled with addictions and tragedy. So what happens when the four of them meet, in the best rehab in the world?
It's just a poem.
Poetry | Updated May 18, 2011 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
By Risely B Riddled
a YAOI WRITING CONTEST!!! (mmm, the sexiness...I encourage lemons :D) PLZ JOIN, THIS IS MAH FIRST CONTEST AND I'M EXCITED!!!! TEE HEE!!!!!! <----WINNERS!!!!
By Eric Shapiro
One poisoned lemon could be your undoing.
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
The love that I have always craved, is worng, sick. It's not real love. The things I do, the things I want, are ugly yet I still want in. No matter how much I know that this will hurt me, and tear me apart I crave for it. I want this to consume me, and fill my lungs with itself. I want Fame......
What happens about 5 yrs after Breaking Dawn..... Will nessies love continue on and unite with Jacob? (rated R for possible smut/lemons)*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARECTERS USED IN THIS FANFICTION AND I UNDERSTAND THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF THE WONDERFUL STEPHANIE MEYERS*
My sister stole my pop tart.
That's all that's to it :D
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2010 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Wrote this fight scene on a whim. Wanted to try out if I could keep with the reader while writing a brawl. Comment and let me know what you got it.
Short Story | Updated Jan 4, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A family seems to be what everyone else has but me, who stands all alone. I always see toddlers playing with their parents on the playground. When I was their age I was struggling to survive on the streets. I always see teenagers, those my age, greeting their parents at the door and know I will...