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This free verse is about a little golden ring that I always wear on my thumb. It belonged to my dad before he died. I wear this ring with pride and every time I look at it it reminds me of him.
A poem I wrote about a guy who's been holding his feelings about a girl to himself but ends up being letting down, read to find out why!!
Amelia's heart wasn't hers. It belong to someone else. She borrowed it until it is time to return it to it's rightful owner.
A girl goes back into school after forgetting something in her locker, only to find out she is not alone.
Short Story | Updated Aug 26, 2013 | Reads: 119 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Callie's family has recently bought a new house due to her mother being pregnant and their old house being to small. According to her step brother's the new house is great because it resembles a funhouse that you see a circus. But, things definitely aren't fun when Callie gets on her step...
This is my moms poem she wrote this when she was in 6th grade lot of people has claimed ot but she is the one and only author of the wonderful but very sad poem...
Poetry | Updated Aug 6, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Yasmina S Lasker
She will never forget the last day she ever saw him. The young couple had been out late one Saturday night just to take stroll and gaze at the moon. They had a feeling they should not have been there, but what is mere instinct compared to the compelling sensation of love?
An excerpt of book 3 of my series, A Different Type Of Crime. In it, Joseph meets the leader of the infamous criminal organization that calls themselves The Ring Of Rebellion. If you haven't read the first few chapter of Book 1: Unstable Flame, you'll be lost. So I recommend reading that...
Paper Bombardier few fears enrapture more than horizontal Ink splatter rounds at the Bar From a Gold Bullion Gunpowder Pen charged where the Signet ring reads The God Literati.Full Metal Jacket For Good Bad and Ugly,Bumping Ax along the Grain for a tree Stump for days- Quantifying Ways to...
By Jjs Pen House
This is a great about lost love.
A love poem.
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2013 | Reads: 85 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 9
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...
It's never to late to love you.
Its the third scene of my book kidanapped in afghanistan,
please read the previous two scenes for understanding this one
moreover in this scene i am including one background score so please listen that too and enjoy the story....