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I stepped out of the shower, feeling pristine, and I looked in the mirror. I thought "for once, I am beautiful." And then I wrote it.
Poetry | Updated Dec 19, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
By Be My Escape
I'm just having one of those days where I feel ... good. :)
By Mistress Of Word Play
For a very long time I stopped writing. This was the first thing that came. I know it's corny but it wouldn't leave me alone till I wrote it down.
A man's broken heart finally fixed by love
broken by love
thus fixed by love
By Nadilyn And Lydian
To be touched within is a blessing...and a curse
Is it worth it?
Is it worth it fall in love?
~ a burning curse, a rain that never ends~
that is what it means to be touched within
Poetry | Updated Apr 5, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated Feb 27, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
About being reborn, and the thoughts that go through one persons head.
*Not about reincarnation.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
When the world is reborn....
Poetry | Updated Jan 16, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
this is a poem about a lonely man dying a lonely death.
Poetry | Updated Nov 18, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
By Sammi Ponoma
Sammi, Zac, and Aaron are best friends, but then something happens that will tear them apart, and possibly erase their lives forever.
By The Megathon
I promised my friend I would put up ALL my writing, or pretty much all, so I'm putting this up. I don't even like this. Oh well.
Poetry | Updated Jul 31, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ezeh Chibuoke
This the continuation of THE TORTOISE AND THE GEM OF PRICELESS VALUE. read and comment on it
Ah, ah, all is lost, cried he, as the fever threatened to gambol on the taut earth of the hallowed bowl. But the vision appeared again, sharp as he had first seen it in the smooth folds of fabled night....
YAY for me! A poem that is not sad. Hopefully, my depressed state will go 'poof' forever. But you never know.. vee vill see!
Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3