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We all have been a part of seminars at some point or the other.Ofcourse,all the seminars are not that bad but some definitely torture us.They bore us to death.We keep looking at the clock and it just doesn't move.Thats when you feel it's the end of the world-A torture.
The poem exxagerates the...
Letting go of all that is inside and holding you down
from being who you are. Washing your hands and saying good by to bad memories.
Come one come all, to Hyperbole high school. See the cry baby, socially inept beta-boy earn his wings.On this day a great story will be born, and they will talk about it for generations to come.
I'm thinking about turning this short story into a longer work and this being the first chapter. I...
This is not a story ...its real life
Short story for a contest (my first entry ever!!). A story that I had in my head that was going to be a book, but I decided was better fit for a short story.
By Heavinley Hano
Jou bekkomernisse maak jou goed verbeel en dan dit glo as waarheid om my lewe te wil reel of oordeel.
Se my wanneer sal jy leer dit maak my seer of geniet jy dit om my geluk te steel.
Op die einde van die dag gaan dit oor my en myself en nie wat jy vir jouself verbeel.
Ek kan nie lewe om my...
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).
By Silver 84
Th rain outside my window today inspired this poem. I love the rain :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 31 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 10
A poem about the unexpected difficulties that arise in relationships.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Tom H Hart
This is a poem about sitting still.
A girl in a world full of horrors. The life of a teenage girl? No.. More complex.. A life of a teenager she goes through these troubles.. Monsters.. Witches.. It all seems like a fairy tail now doesn't it? But i can Garentee its not.. Sh.. You will learn more once you read.
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Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
At the rivers edge the conversation can flow peacefully with no interferance.
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0