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This is the poem i wrote for my Papa not long after he passed away. I dont like talking to people about this sort of thing i tend to express how i feel in writing.
"The thought train of a sadistic vampire..." I wrote this the other day, I felt in a very...Gothic Mood. And I felt like I needed to write something, maybe I was possessed (Joke!!). :) Enjoy ;)
Short Story | Updated May 20, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 7
I know I'm still young(that is how I managed to get in the tree), but I'm not carefree anymore.
Poetry | Updated Feb 16, 2010 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a memory of New Zealand. There are a few Maori words and if your interested the translations are as follows - Aotearoa: New Zealand, Whakapapa: a famous volcano in the North Island, Pounamu: green stone, Tupou: was the closest town to the village I was staying in.