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The final part of the Heptology.
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
It's about losing someone who you always expected to be there. You can't let go of the past because they were meant to be part of you future.
Poetry | Updated Nov 20, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
november falls and so does the relationship
Poetry | Updated Nov 18, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
This poem is from my 2nd collection, "Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels". You can read more of my poetry on my website: http://www.thunderburst.co.uk
I have several different poems, just the two I have up right now are my favorite, so when I can, I'll be sure to post as many as I can:).
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
Need help with the name. :]
Poetry | Updated Oct 28, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 6
My poetry from the Wintertime; when I seem to write best.
Poetry | Updated Aug 12, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
An account of fading memories
"Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving." ~Martin Amis
By May Joelle
An essay i wrote for my Masks and Morals class in college. "Black Like Me" was written by John Griffin. In the novel, Griffin, a white man, gives an account of his experience in the south while passing as a black man. This essay is an analysis of the change in the Griffin's physical and internal...
Essay | Updated May 21, 2009 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
What would you do without me?
Have you ever had a time when it was so silent, no one dared to speak? That's the time when angels are passing through. If you listen closely to your heart, then you can almost hear their soft voices.
Dedicated to my grandma, i would like to look at this, when im all grown up, and remember, respect, and learn from what ive been through, its about life, love, death, growing up, and leaving alone the things you cannot change
This one was difficult for me. I gave it more thought and consideration than most. I hope that because I did that, it comes across as being one of my better works. I'm sticking to what I'm good at here
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
death in the world..
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2