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By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
My most beautiful breath is my Beloved as I pull the leeches off my body. I will find the quiet I need to hear my thoughts once again - as the Rapists and Anal Intruders
will cease to speak near me, where I can hear them.
By Cosmic Crow
I had a series of dreams about the end of the world and thought there was some enteresting ideas. (work in progress)
I wrote a journal in grade nine in response to the question What is love? This year for my poetry assignment I decided to take this journal from last year and turn it into a found poem. Enjoy :)
From the term, "The apple of his eye."
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.
The story scene is in a tornado...if you couldn't tell! I hope you like it!
Short Story | Updated Mar 25, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Joseph Kittell
living life in fear to take chances
By Clara James
Are you planning going on a long road trip? There might be convenient bus and train routes available today but some people still prefer travelling through their car no matter where they go.
You make me smile
You make me happy
You make me feel safe
You make me feel less alone
Curl up and cry
Brake down in tears
You say I can't cry
If i do, i would get beat
so i wait till you leave so i can cry
cur up and cry
Poetry | Updated Feb 17, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 7
For xnbdyknwsx's music challenge. My song was Corps of Corpses by Hawthorne Heights and I fell in love with it, although I really didn't know what to write about so that may be why this story isn't what you might expect.
Ren was supposed to be dead, but Cassandra saved him. He can't go back...
Nasty pirates singing about what they do best. If your playing this on guitar the capo is on the third fret and your playing F, E and Am for most of it except for the "What else are the soldiers to do" part. There you play G, 200033, 022033, 002033.
I just came up with it one day... a story was forming in my head, but it turned out as a poem. I prefer calling it a ballad though. Its one of my favourite pieces among what i've written :)