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By Shielah Yuyama
You thought you're the witness, but actually you are the victim.
the meeting between ex-lovers on a rainy night.
few words are exchanged, much is said.
What makes you different makes you special.
By Noand Hegask
What lies behind the falling rain and hail when sprinc comes
By Ace Bates
What is life? How does it go? Where does life come from?
This poem tells and describes us the flow of life in figurative and symbolic manner.
By John Lee Mitchell
This is about a man jumping off of a bridge.
Short Story | Updated Mar 26, 2014 | Reads: 29 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Taylor Carlston
Mira and Akron's home village is being attacked by a demon army lead by Commander Vorn. Mira races ahead and is overrun with emotion in the battle. Tynan and Akron race to catch up and help her. But she becomes so overwhelmed with emotion that she loses focus and is captured. Akron stays behind...
A submission for evferree's 5-Line poetry contest.
A story of young Eileen, a painter with big ambitions but no means to get there, and a rich man with an eye for talent. A story of life, love, heart-ache, art, emotion, and finding yourself in the midst of everything.
By May Littleone
You always see the silver moon
Yet you never see the golden sun
You heed the cool sound of brooks
Yet you never hear the ruffle lies
You feel the soft zephyr
Yet you never feel my rigid breath
You smell the sweet amours
Yet you never whiff my bitter moods
Are you living in a dark...
Poetry | Updated Feb 9, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jennifer Brighton
I fear I have written one love poem too many...
There are days when moments are experienced in their own world. When nothing else seems to exist. These are the moments that cause your heart to jump in your chest and hurt from the jolt.
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
True feeling creep back when brought back to reality about who you really are
Poetry | Updated Sep 30, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 2
I wrote this a few months ago on the drive back from a restaurant where we celebrated my father's sixtieth birthday. I don't know if I need to say anything else, its a memory, it is what it is.
By Sarah Olympia
This is Part Second of the previous piece with the same name. This final portion wraps of the story with what I shall call a 'satisfying ending'.