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This is a poem of my reflection of my youth gone by. It is a poem that brings out the true human aspects of lust, sex and how we reminisce about these things, things of our youth.
A simple poem reminiscing about my youth when I would have passionate nights of sexual delight.
Some people needs to let some steam out. Here's mine.
Poetry | Updated Aug 28, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is just a short story that i feel i can relate to and hopefully you can too
Now middle-aged, the world's first scientifically documented virgin-born baby sets about to write out his life story in a last effort to make sense of his disappointing, yet incredible existence.
By Liam Strong
I was originally going to submit this in a poetry entry for a scholarship, but then I wrote some others that replaced this one. This one is very vague but very symbolic. What does it mean, you think?
As fall gets into full swing and the days get shorter, I took the time to look back and reminisce about my life as it has played out trying for a little drama.
Poetry | Updated Oct 16, 2013 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
Just a little sensual poetry for all you readers out there. Hope you enjoy :) I would also love some feedback if you guys would like to give it :) Comment if you wish. I'd love to hear how I could perhaps improve and on what you think on this piece of mine :)
By Jjs Pen House
A woman relives the pain of losing her soul mate and finds a answer to soothe her loss.
A short story about my father.
Short Story | Updated Feb 3, 2013 | Reads: 30 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Igneous to metamorphic rock,
Nature and time-ultimate truth
From summer to winter, winter to spring â€“pouring
Sweet sweating- snowflakes- cuckoo sings
Season changeover and being-
Two things are still virgin- untouched,
My love, my soul- the power of God.
Short sketch. Best friends Andy and Tony spend their last moments together until the end arrives. Enjoy!
A short poem about the loss of our childhood...
for my past relationship,,,