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We aim all the time, but, joy comes not, peace is a naught, Bliss rarely arrives, mirth, mind derives, comes gloom often, get we limited fun.
By Margaret Snowdon
Some of the wonderful sights of wild-life on our doorstep
Article | Updated Oct 17, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Margaret Snowdon
the wonder and joy of life
Poetry | Updated Oct 5, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
A small extract about how web can be usefull and help us fulfill some of our desires. In here there is only the practical part, but the book will have more reflections of the author and informations about the topics illustrated in at the beginning.
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 19, 2014 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Joan A Brown
There is nothing that compares to the feeling of two chemistries meeting, matchingâ€”touching.
Chemistry is not to be taken for granted, however. It is a special ingredient inside the gift of mutual love. If you are fortunate enough to share such a uniquely special chemistry with someone,...
Something written in a coffee shop while listening to music. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Jul 25, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Crow Of Light
As Man and Woman drink love, both their hearts dancing in the night as their spirits spin and twirl, a story of love and passion.
By Arturon Gillespie
What is there before birth and after death?
What's in a name? "A Rose, by any other name would still...";
Would I care any more, or would you care or be blessed... If the name that I call you, were to be more a test?
You want to see inside me? You want to lay me bare? ...You want me to tell you? To know how much more I care?
Psychology- The study of the mind... Just for to remind...
By Arabella Cynthia
A poem of love and life.
Poetry | Updated May 14, 2014 | Reads: 342 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gailiel The Bard
A task during a tutorial of mine was to create a modern day romance poem with a traditional twist. Feel free to comment on what you believe the initial meaning in the poem is.
All the things you see...
all the things you know...
...are not real...
...just a dream you need to wake up from and see yourself in the dream...
...again and again.
When a new girl arrives to Middleton Elite Private High School, the school's bad boy can't seem to get enough of her. Her scent, her sweet blood and her soft warm skin might lead him to suicide if he doesn't get a bite out of her sooner than later.