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Can you guess what she is before she remembers?
Fridays finds Her biding Time
Chastity vibe and a bottle of Wine
Resting upon a ledge balance beamed
Light and dark fluidity of movement-
Diurnal Vernal blade of Bluegrass
Holding the contour of a footstep
Left Behind yesterdays Gamble.
A Win streak Wind beaked Birdcall
Beckons a Supper...
Raindrop wants to escape the city of which she was born in. The dogs took control of everything and plan to get at the wolves next. Raindrop is determined to help get every last cat out of the darkness and into the forest. Yet this task seems impossible. Or is it?
A poem about my soon to be boyfriend but I suppose it could be about anyone. Anyways here's to you Alex <3
In all of mankind there isn't anything more beautiful, unique, miraculous and perfect than a single crystal of ice dropping from the sky like a tear. I got inspired by a Christmas card featuring Helen Steiner Rice's poem "In the Beauty of a Snowflake" on it, and decided that it was too short so...
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
By A Writer
It was only a snowflake that fell from the sky.
Life isnâ€™t always fair, sometimes it seems perfect and you might want it to stay that way. But you have to accept that to this â€˜perfectâ€™ life there are some grey areas because of something that had happened or that is going to.
Something I wrote today. It talks about how as we grow up, we realize our world is not as innocent as we thought. Our world is slowly coming apart, and it's our fault...
sadly, being missed
Poetry | Updated Oct 14, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Woods And Waves
These are two poems dedicated to R.T.
Poetry | Updated Jan 6, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
I stand on a rooftop and look down on the world.
By Liam Murray
This was a poem I wrote when I was trying to describe that feeling you get when your out in the darkness on a winters night without a breeze and the air is crisp and silent.. hope you like :)
Poetry | Updated Sep 1, 2010 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 2
It's a short story I made when I was daydreaming about the day spring will finally come. It's also the first story I've written from the (partial) point of view of a snowflake.
Use the Snowflake-method if you like it and sort of got stuck on your novel-writing.
Novel | Updated Oct 28, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0