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Poetry | Updated Sep 22, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
this is a fantasy story ,it teaches one to believe in it
my feelings, my father
Short Story | Updated Jun 27, 2012 | Reads: 71 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How it feels when you move on a lot from a break up so much that go ahead and become best of friends with the same person..!!
But still the the feeling passes as a cloud..!!
Article | Updated Jun 17, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Shannan Browne
How many faces passed you today? How many did you pass?
Eternal damnation is what it means exactly albeit not in a religious sense...
By Phoebe Kishbaugh
i wrote this a few years ago...draws parallels between the cycle of the seasons and the cycle of life as well as the maturation of a relationship
By Phoebe Kishbaugh
this was originally a song, but I converted it to poetry form because i liked it better that way...i wrote this several years ago
We all want to stay young and look youthful. Time has different ideas. This is about one person confessing that they will still love their other half tomorrow as they do today, that they will still feel the same feelings for them when they are old and grey.
Only 278 words but is strong enough to hopefully spark something in a human's brain. If you could leave a comment suggesting a genre for this other than "Other".
A Son visits his ill mother in hospital, it turns out to be the last with a visitor neither had expected.
Script | Updated Dec 15, 2011 | Reads: 64 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Rajan Thapaliya
Shadows of people passing through, Shadows of people that i once knew.
Dark and empty streets so forlorn, Walking in the memory of those I mourn.
Some honest words about myself
By Eileen Mcguinness
Families don't seem to be as close as they used to be in my early years.I cannot understand why it is so difficult for a person to pick up a phone or write a few words in a letter.Communication is all done by text these days we don't seem to have time for each other.In this poem i explore my own...