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I've been sifting through my old work left unpublished and I thought this one was worth sharing. :)
Poetry | Updated Jul 5, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Who can ever forget someone who kills themselves? A true story about a heroin O.D.
Poetry | Updated Jul 4, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 12
Dedicated to the memory of my younger sister who died after a heroic battle with cancer..never forgotten
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Life blood is a fantasy poem with a story element to it.
Just, like all my works. get what you want from it.
Poetry | Updated Jul 1, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Childhood memories....Not necessarily from personal experience, but nonetheless , are childhood memories.
Novel | Updated Jun 29, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The poem that I had written is the poem dedicated to all students who are on the brink of leaving their eventful college life and now stepping onto a world of taking up not just responsibilities but challenges too. "Time and Tide waits for noneâ€ so new colleagues will replace old friends...
This is my poem Bad Memories in my own language welsh.
Poetry | Updated Jun 20, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
This is my Introduction to the world
Poetry | Updated Jun 17, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Daniel has to raise his three year old daughter Dakota alone. He barely manages to get by by dancing in Nortons Square when one day a girl offers him a job to be her Dance Partner for 100 dollars a day. With Dakota getting sicker, Daniel must take the job, but there is also something else he is...
By Ai Ink
A song I made when I was bored. What seems in the title isn't all about roses. It's about the past-or what we don't want to remember the past- and go through life now instead of taking the blame.
Poetry | Updated Jun 12, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 1
By Mary K
Diary is somewhat called a friend who knows our secrets.
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 11 | Likes: 1
This is a poem I wrote, inspired from the reflection in people's eyes.
You still can't talk about Love.