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A poem about the wonder of love. Hope you enjoy!
I was dating someone when I wrote this but I don't think my relationship inspired this poem. Perhaps it was inspired by the first person with which I was intimate.
By Libbyanne Jennings
That feeling in your veins.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Fairbanks Port
Patience in loves that come and go...
Rondeau about a storm.
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Well, I love thunder storms. Especially when the power goes out:) Just came to my head so I wrote:)
By Cassidy Small
I wrote this when I was experiencing an unfortunate day but was reminded in my devotions that I can dance through the rain.
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16 year old Kevin Warner senses that there is something strange about his friend Emily, but things are even more bizarre when a police officer visits the store he works at one night, telling them that they must hurry home because a criminal is on the loose. Little do they know, there is more to...
By Jack Dragonblood
This is the story of how death came to be in my little world of imagination.
By J J Citywall
Stormy night? Check!
Horror movies? Check!
Couldn't ask for a better night to cuddle on the couch with your best friend to watch some scarry movies. At least that was the plan for Angelina and Terry. But once Angelina decides to make a midnight snack, and forgets her toast in the...
By Elton Camp
From northwest Alabama on Thursday night
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Alyssa was dropped off at a strange house when she was but two. Trying to find out who her real parents are and why the Order Of Gods is after her leads her to a strange mystery in which she will find love and the pain of losing. For she will lose more then she will gain. Lightning is not her...
Novel | Updated Feb 14, 2014 | Reads: 28 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
An absurd idea of depicting a golden sphere as our maker or god, and we have reached the limit of its patience, and now the Sphere is going to undone the wrong choice it made with creating us, humans.