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By Jeff Bezaire
I was lost. I needed to reassure myself that I could do this.
I put pen to paper and just let my mind flow onto the page. It was a method of therapeutic stress-relief for me, and the only time I have ever written a piece without pausing to correct a spelling mistake or read over what I've...
whenever you lose your trust on yourself and whenever you think "I Can't Do That, Its Impossible" just remember that everything is possible.
When someone tries to bond and react with you - the wrong way
Alice Payne has lived in her little town for years. On April first, her 16th birthday, she receives a paintbrush with amazing carvings. Carvings from a dream she had when she was little. Teacups, playing cards, roses, and a rabbit. When she is left alone, she sees a strange man, and follows him...
Pushed to life's limits.
By Matthew Brazwell
Something I used to say a lot.
Poetry | Updated Jan 29, 2013 | Reads: 2 | 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...
if you put your mind to it you you can be what ever you choose to be.... some people dont think so
When we reach our limit, are we going to stop there or move beyond?
writing a blog and this is the 150th post
Poetry | Updated Mar 11, 2010 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
When the neighbour of an anti-social woman with mysterious powers dies of a cholesterol-induced heart attack, he is saved for materialistic reasons. Over the following twenty-four hours of his new life, he and his neighbour realize the things that are to be remembered, and the things that are to...
By Manish Kumar Yadav
This poems tries to capture the emotional turmoil in which every person finds himself/herself with advancing age.
By Poetic Jes
This is about all those who hate on you. But deep down they wish to be like you. So give them a written discourse
Life is limited, but are the things that follow limited, too?
Poetry | Updated Nov 23, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 6