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By Mr Watson
Time is there ever enough ?
Poetry | Updated Mar 13, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
By Brandon Cornejo
A short history of a fictional tribe, please tell me what you think
By Angel Plant
I take flight with purple shades of dark. The angels whisper with a breath I have taken.
12 beats upon the Rythmn
in a rope-a-dope style
erstwhile child of God Lyrical Miracle Mile
Eyes of mine see Horizons
witnessed Like a Jehovahs Witness
sitting in a pew made for movement
Doing Gods work behind the wheel
steel radial player tho'
make you look at collar rank
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Homer Sands
Tom was a sidekick to a hero who long ago died an inglorious death. Now wandering in a bizarre world with demons, dreamtimes, talking animals, inhospitable nights and days that range from 3 to 33 hours, he is pressured to become a hero and help those in need and die a sacrificial death, despite...
By Homer Sands
Michael Marcus Macabee is dying, killed by the claws and breath of Joshua the Red Dragon. But Macabee is nothing if not resilient, and Joshua is curious as the brave, stupid, actions of one man against an unbeatable monster. Only their conversation will reveal why and what exactly he did.
Something I found in the deep-dark pits of my stuff... For you to interpret.
By J L Hehl
For the countless wishes that didn't always come true the way I wanted them to, but made me learn everything happens for a reason..
Poetry | Updated Dec 31, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
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.
By Falcon Villiams
This is a poem I wrote right after reading Ishmael Beah's novel A Long Way Gone; Memoirs of a Boy Soldier. The book documents his life as a soldier in the Sierra Leone Army, and the struggles he goes through to leave that life. My Poem however, only encompasses the time before he was a soldier...
A poem about love, life, and the ocean it all becomes. Written in a 18th century style. Enjoy!
Picture credit: Ocean by ~sketchart1002
How the old heart feels after the taste of adolescent love, youth, adult, old age loneliness, the feelings were put in focus to the past time and everlasting memories. Memories are the only hope for some to continue the rest of their life journey. We often see the old people...
After the movie. Dastan and Tamina are to be wed, but Dastan is struggling to tell her about the journey, with a new evil arising.