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Beach is beautiful place in our country
LyraHydraComa is Soma in December a song to Remember
Vested Armor to Shield the Pain of Disaray.
Musical Fusion Paradox Orthodox or South Paw Muse with a Fuse
Adding to the Lexicon Weaving Stitching Penmanship Predaliction.
Aiding Subjects with Subjects Subjecting Mythos
By Nithin Purple
Shall it human's life as quivering clouds like wandering in its urge?
Such do e'en curious flee ,yet yearning thoughts as strangers risky be
Owes the starless nights a haunting dream about our's fickle image,
Since these roaming bees of despair are hiding keen its dismal hive
Hope and strain...
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
All springs and autumns with rain and snow went by alone
All empty years passed by searching for an eternal home
Desolation surrounded my barren heart
This isolation longed to be torn apart
With my first step towards you I could see
I shall find solace solely with thee
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2012 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Do you want a second chance? To relive the moments you've enjoyed with tha special someone?
Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2012 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Why hate when you can love? Why dwell upon misery?
By Emos Are Lovable Too In Memory Of Will Norton
what do you think?
Article | Updated Jan 8, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
something I made up for Fred Weasley. Enjoy!
By Samuel James Weaver
I based this on a conjunction of two old Polish legends. The first being that when the sword falls from the statue on Sigismund's Column in Warsaw's Old Town, legend says that Poland will soon be in great danger.
The second legend is of Giewont, who was cursed to sleep undisturbed under a...
go on! be creative what will you come up with for the next verse of this firstly heartbroken decieved poem i cant be bothered to finish...i mean i want you guys to have fun finishing! ^^ xxxxxx enjoy! <3<3<3
The 3rd part of the First to Murders of a President
By Surya Ahan
The story is set in a traditional Indian Road with regular mud puddles. The hero is a pedestrian finding it difficult to cross a huge mud puddle. In his transit an Indian State Transport splashes mud water all over him.The hero irate but reacts to it very interestingly.
Short Story | Updated Aug 19, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0