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By Will Neill
'A son's love for his father know's no bounds.
A story with a twist.
Short Story | Updated Oct 11, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tanka (It is a common Japanese poem format, following a strict structure of 5-7-5-7-7, the precursor to the haiku). Traditionally, exchanged between lovers and lacking rhyme. Enjoy...
By Juli Monat
Based on a personal experience I lived
35 years ago.
By Missy R
purley an imagery piece, the title is latin for those who would like to know.
Short Story | Updated Sep 30, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
thinking on the power of the moon
Poetry | Updated Sep 26, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
I miss you mom and I wish you were still here. Here's just a little bit of what it was like for me when I was a child. There was laughter, there was singing and of course being Mexican-American there was lots of cooking.
'The moon must not be full for you to love it, and love must not be intact for you to want it.'
Short Story | Updated Sep 23, 2013 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
When the moon looks down on the earth...
Poetry | Updated Sep 15, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
They say neither water can live with out fire, or land with out the sea, I wonder if this is true for all things... men and women?
You read, and find out.
Book | Updated Sep 14, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
the moon and the stars in all of there glory could never...
Poetry | Updated Sep 12, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ted Gerard
It is good to know when dealing with Quantum Multi-versal Mechanics that one can be both singular and infinite. So the sunflower fields is a metaphor for a person's soul. It is this energy of belief that is used to power the God Machine.
It's about a person's triumph over love.
A personal favorite amongst my works.
Cassadee used to be one of the Goddess's Angels, an Angel of the Moon. She was a warrior, the Goddess's own daughter. Everyone respected and loved her...but then she grew infatuated with a human. She revealed herself to him and they fell in love, so the Goddess took it upon herself to makes...
Book | Updated Aug 20, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
An Elizabethan sonnet whose title literally translates as 'The Beauty of Love'. If anyone is a fluent French-speaker and I've made an embarrassing translation error, please contact me immediately. Otherwise, enjoy.
By Angel Plant
Just a running river of tears.