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By Valkyr Xadia
A poem about my teddy-bear.
By Guy Abeiku
Melody Afrika (Urban Zone Studios) is a promising sound engineering set-up to produce and promote T'adi music in the various genres! The sound engineer, Henry Cobbinah is capable of generating dancehall, high-life, hip-hop, hip-life and afro-pop beats to suit the genres of various...
By James Cooper
" I was sinking deeper and deeper in my own nightmare..."
By Evangelina Samuell
If you don't like rambling, then just don't read. This is kind of personal stuff, but not really, as I'm comfortable enough to share it over the internet.DO NOT WORRY YOUNG ONES NO SWEARING HERE.
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 19, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
taken from my book,
Harmony is a poem telling how all things are connected and how despite when we believe all is silent - there is still music.
By Katya Yermakova
A family living in the middle of a brutal war. I had to makes this poem out of a list of words I was given my a teacher. I kept the words in the order she gave them to me, and I just added my own words between them.
about beauty and waterfalls and colors
Poetry | Updated Sep 2, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
You ever sit all by yourself in the quiet?
No music, no tapping of a keyboard?
you know that noise you hear that's louder than anything you've ever heard? That sound that you cant really place but its always there?
Well, this is about that noise. A little strange, but this is an old poem of...
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2014 | Reads: 60 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Miss Lea
Sometimes you can call and call and no-one seems to hear
Poetry | Updated Jul 19, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Nicolas Diaz Guevara
Her claws gripped on my flesh as I felt my soul get out of my body, and I fell, to the cold ground, I was half asleep half awake, within a dream...
By Erika Korman
A nomadic person considers present and past experiences perceptively; and then runs into new situations. This story has no right answer as to its events and meaning.
By Lady Deva
A poem about Yidhra the Genius (Djinn).
By Erik Meberg
My brother makes the noises for the talkies.
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0