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The sequel to "Growing Tails", a novel based on my short story, "His Eyes". The battles begin against the Army of Shadows.
Feel touched and moved while the silky words pour off the page into the depths of your mind.
I'm going to be honest, I have absolutely no clue where this poem came from or why I decided to write it. I know one thing though, I'm absolutely obsessed with the song The Girl in The Mirror by Britney Spears and the inspiration of a mirror came from there, even though the song has...
the lost spring.....
By Lilly Gilovitz
In life you can want something so much that you fantasise about it for years without actually making it a reality. But what if the fantasy overtakes your life? How will you cope with snapping back to reality? White Petals discusses the confusion of young love in modern day society.
By Chris Bradbury
Complex we are (so says Yoda)
By Angel Plant
Dancing beams are all around they can be anywhere. From soft lights to shadows on the wall.
Poetry | Updated Jul 6, 2013 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
It is a Haiku
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ryan Jacobs, dead.
Those were the words that Liam couldnâ€™t get out of his mind. Liam and Ryan have known each other since they were five years old. Ryan had died the night that Liam made a terrible mistake, hurting himself eventually, but more importantly, hurting the one he cared the...
I feel prayers are like a red, red rose, we send up in asking,searching, knocking- prayer of love & faith, light to our Creato.
Taken in hands,hearts of Divine Angels.
Petals returned in time,of answeres, caress ,kiss our lives, hearts, heads with answers of love and light of the DivineDo we...
One of the poems published in my small booklet and my art in
Poetry | Updated Mar 27, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Angel Plant
A beautiful rose for all to see reminds me of a little girl forgotten.
Leon Marc is written about a personal passing in my family, it reflects on the subtle awareness given to still born babies seen by society but also the heart-ache felt by those involved.
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Colton Cotton
Does she love me? Does she love me not?