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By Right Fielder
It's a personal narrative. I wrote it for my creative writing class.
My dad survived the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I describe the family story that has been passed down.
recollections of visiting the holocaust memorial in Berlin.
Poetry | Updated May 19, 2013 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Christopher James
My nan died of cancer a while back and i wrote this for her and read this at her bedside before she died.
Poetry | Updated Apr 13, 2013 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Tragdy, of September 11-2001. in the USA. A memorial.
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Tina Delish
This was a memorial I made for a student that was taken to soon in our town. I was asked to make it by his friends. All the words shared are from my LOVE ME 365 collection.
Miscellaneous | Updated Feb 4, 2013 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Billy Coy Sample
Three Sailors visit the Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor.
Short Story | Updated Dec 28, 2012 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Bill Rayburn
A man discovers a revealing bronze plaque on a park bench, and sits to ponder what it means.
Ode to my friend Michael Conner, The Gentle Man.
RIP my classmate and good friend. You are missed...
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem I came up with last night. A story about a young girl in the holocaust. Her feelings, her worries and my way to pay my respect.
When someone dies they're never truly gone.
By Miller Jivaro
Short story and brief recollections of Beastie Boys memories/musings. Taken from my blog post honoring Adam Yauch: a man of many talents and pseudonyms.
By Ciara Ijames
A poem that reaches various levels of victories. The content in this poem can be related to many common sport victories, ranging from basketball to boxing. This poem touches on victory and defeat, but victory is being embraced in the end.
This is i poem i wrote about loosing my gran and papa.
By Kayla Mac
Today, we get off to celebrate the troops that fought for us.. ^-^
It's just the eyes and memories of a solder.