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Random First Lines:When I was ten I was given my very own radio. It became a lifeline to what life was like in a big city and I was determined to get there. » Read
I wrote this in 2010. It is part of my 1st poem set titled, Forgotten Recovery.
Adrielle's adventure on finding herself continues!
They find Toan and Andy's adoptive mother up and alive! Well... kind of. But the question is. Why? Find out on the next installment on TAFAM!
By Elton Camp
A changing view of Edward Snowden
Poetry | Updated Jan 11, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a short story as to what happens in a brief meeting of a boy and girl. girl had a fight and is feeling low. see how this boy brings a change!
Short Story | Updated Jan 3, 2014 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I share some lies I have experienced in my life's journey- with some of you-may be some will relate to. It really hurt at the time, I didn't know who to trust again, or who I was. Hope this poem tells you some of that journey.Why do those we trust betray us with lies?
Pictures, music, story, mind, view, self discovery, within,
Heart, soul, God. light, love, colour, voices,etc;
The uncomfortable truth of an exiled youth.
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
A Christian poem of faith.
losing a friend who was not genuine at all.
Dave Inocint is a soon to be teen dad. The mother of his child is his ex girlfriend, Christy Tuls. Now, Dave must face judgement from his family, friends, school, and even strangers!
If that isn't enough, 17 year old jock Steve Trust keeps following Dave all over-trying to tell him something...a...
BREAKUP.. IT'S A BITCH..
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.