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By Elizabeth Smit
This poem is a tribute to the global tiger forum.
I you who read this will take to heart what I was trying to do and help this cause.
Money is not all that matters. If you cant make a donation, but want to help, just write an article/poem or spread the word so people know what is happening to...
I never knew that you would leave me so soon.
I never knew those would be,
the last days that I'd be spending with you.
By Elcia Sesorechd
A poem about an old man who has snowflake sorrow.
Poetry | Updated Dec 3, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Elcia Sesorechd
A Poem about a bully I created who regrets his choices.
Poetry | Updated Dec 2, 2013 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The Lady of Sorrow.
By James Edgar Cooper
When you lose your best friend, whether it be a parent, a long-time school friend or a friend you've known who has made an impact on your life, how do you come to terms with their loss? Losing a friend can hurt so much and darkness can desced... But no matter what happens through life, they will...
Poetry | Updated Dec 1, 2013 | Reads: 17 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem I wrote in one of my darkest moments.
Hello!I am writing an opera, but I can't think of a title for it. I've posted a complete plot summery that hsould be helpful in naming it. Of course its quickly written and is one big spoiler, but thats okay. I just need a name for it so badly. Comment any suggestions down below, and I will pick...
My name is Luke, this is a story of a terrible mistake that i have done.
Short Story | Updated Nov 20, 2013 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short telling of a lovers heart (search for the hidden message rather simple to find ;)
What bullying can result in. Not something that should ever happen, but it does. The writer would like to say, this is not a choice I would take, and does not encourage this action. Please stop the bullying.
Imagine a world where everyday is an adventure a world like nothing you have ever seen.
It moves, slowly but surely, to an unending fate. Or maybe, maybe even IT must be govern by fate.
I was going through my journal, I came across a poem I had written months ago. Partially written, so I read it I just started to write. This is what I came of with. I didn't have a chance to think, about what I was going to write. It was like my fingers just kept moving.