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By Kristy Nicolle
Here, within the cyber world that REDMELODY is jacked into, something is not right. Celebrities seem immortal and the government is hiding something, but what?
By Eileen Mcbriar
Christmas is a time when we like to spend time with our loved ones and close friends reflecting on perhaps the past year and Indulging in what we enjoy with rich food and beverages.However we should not lose sight of the real reasons for what Christmas is all about namely the birth of Christ and...
I wrote this thinking of those late night infomercials.
Harmony is a poem telling how all things are connected and how despite when we believe all is silent - there is still music.
By Kimberly Adams
After a car accident leaves Madeline injured and her dad dead, her mom decides to move them to a different town. Life is tough for Madeline in the new town. And to make matters worse, the neighbor girl keeps talking about God. Why would Madeline want to have a relationship with God? He took her...
Who doesn't love the freedom?
Almost everyone would love to be free and independent. In this modern world people are more independent and love to do everything as per their wish, nobody would ever like if their independence is hampered by anyone.
But what if you are freedom is taken for a day?
By Kyky Georgie
RIP JACOB <3
This song is for you
By Stephanie Young
A chirping bird, a busy barn. It all falls quiet when a hazel eyed girl arrives in a nightgown.
This is not a story ...its real life
This poem was inspired by my favorite song
This book is full of songs I've written.
ALL WRITTEN BY ME.
Thanks for reading.
6 songs per chapter!
THANKS AGAIN LOL...
Darkness is a form of loneliness. Loneliness is a form of darkness. Those are the words that swim furiously around my head while I stand in this dark, empty room filled with blood-red doors all around me. Those words cover up the truth which are the real words that are swimming around my head....
This was thrown together quickly one late night for school. I'm not one for poems, I suck at them. But, I just wanted to upload this one to see what you guys thought about it.
Mia Davis was a product of a teenage pregnancy, with both her neglectful parents "working" she was left alone with a so called babysitter, that so happens to be her abuser. For years she has been tortured by this animal but refused to tell anyone, feeling like she deserved it all. After putting...