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By Bri Kidd
I just love to write poems, I hope you like it!
WE ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
he made me believe in me and that's something special to me.
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
My name is Julia and I am a self study artist.
Now days I learn the program cinema 4d. A great animation program. while I am studing it I want to promote a little project.
The project is actualy a series of animations not a movie.
By Skeptic Windego
Why if I died tomorrow I would die without regret, happy with my decisions, all because of a special lady I once met.
Possibly the greatest love poem ever made in the history of mankind. Shakespeare can't even touch this.
P.S: Make sure you have a dictionary next to you as you read this.
Realize, Igniteâ€¦..Explode! - infuses practical advice on personal development with a spiritual bent and uses enthusiastic tone that can help inspire readers to become their very best selves. The book explains the nuances of life; Life is not complicated by itself, just that we have made...
By Lost Love Long Forgotten
This is a poem that is dedicated to the jerk who liked to be judgmental and rude to me. His best friend was dating mine and unfortunately that's how we met now luckily for me we don't have to see each other ever again.
The future of the world is looking bright when Charles Mendick creates the first pokemon. After years of testing the world is finally ready for Pokemon companions to be distributed. With the coming of creatures called pokemon however comes much struggle when the realities of a world of pokemon...
MADE NEW ACCOUNT
Short Story | Updated Jul 26, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).
12 beats upon the Rythmn
in a rope-a-dope style
erstwhile child of God Lyrical Miracle Mile
Eyes of mine see Horizons
witnessed Like a Jehovahs Witness
sitting in a pew made for movement
Doing Gods work behind the wheel
steel radial player tho'
make you look at collar rank
Literary endeavor Alpha Beta
Savoring Tastes made suiltable
fruitlike Consistancy SugarCane Sweet
for the Chosen Known few who adore the
exploratory factor at Hand with Pen notations
equating the Nexus of Skill Balance
Scaled weight waiting for delivery
Bill of Lading Stating...
A short poem, rather depressing I guess :P But is somehow connected to growing up, a phase of life. One, that I'm sure most of us have been to or some none at all. Sorry if it's sorta bad :P Just wrote it from my head :D Feel free to comment :)