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By Jack Of Hearts
Poetry | Updated May 31, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Tearing Newspapers
I want to say something, I really do but to me my memories are like the last light of day. Fading and glistening. Try as I may I can never reach them in time before they die out forever. My memory is on a constant deterioration schedule. I canâ€™t remember things that happen in the same day...
Essay | Updated May 29, 2014 | Reads: 38 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
There will always be that guy who swept you off your feet then left but you never want to hear him say, "I never loved her"
Poetry | Updated May 22, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
It was a writing prompt I found that inspired me to write this poem.
First submission on Booksie. Lets hope people like it! *fingers crossed*
A poem I've written about two months ago. It's about memories and illusions, doubting which ones are real and which aren't. A poem written upon self-experience.
By Elissa Starkweather
I am writing a novel about my life, and everything I have gone through, in hopes that it will help some people to not feel so alone. This is just the intro.
Nick and Zara are a teen couple that live in the small town of Clover in Ohio. Nick has been there for Zara nearly three years. Heâ€™s been there to help after she's been to hell and back when she was raped and abandoned by her mother. When Zara's dad dies, she is devastated. Depression...
More of my endless poetry
Survivor is a short story about a young girl, her thoughts, actions and ideas right after being raped.
Short Story | Updated May 13, 2014 | Reads: 58 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
This short poem is about my best friend, who's been there for me for an uncountable amount of times when I needed her and even when I thought I didn't.
This is me, showing my a little of my appreciation.
All her life, Kim's been listening to her dad's war stories. Listening about the horror, about the things that could never stain the insides of a history book. She learns there is never a winning side at the end of a war, no matter how fiercely in combat they all fight, at home and away.
Kim a young boy ,always had trouble to find friends,and now tell his story with his friends and how his life changed after he found out that he has an incurable disease.
A friend of mine breathed his last breath the other day when a strong wind hit my hometown. I wrote him, her, this. Enjoy
Written at 5 AM. Reminiscent, maybe painful, definitely painful, it's all the same. Enjoy
This is a true story about my some of the memories of school life. I never had learned English as a language, and it's not my native language either. I just wanted to share something my kids and my students in USA might not be familiar with. Your feedback will be greatly appreciated.