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Soul drifted away with the sun's faded light
Poetry | Updated Jul 16, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Moonlit incendiary sequence
of a Catfight.
Panthera whelping Genesis flexing
Monarchal sparkling of a Flame
set to Burn yon Shiloh.
Reflection evident this evenings Moon
Non Benign Feline approach of Twilight
Virtue Vice incisor Bite of Pride
you made my life all about you..
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Written while traveling on Christmas Day. This is my reflection of the holidays as I'm getting older. It's certainly not polished, but I decided to leave it in its cutesy imperfection. ;)
It happens when the night sparkles..Love to fear and back to love.
I could not write anything in months then it happened.:)
This type of story is interesting because this essay has a lot of great description. Also, because this essay shows that I took my time and thought of better word choice.
A Story Of A Boy Who Is Put Into An Asylum.
The Humour Is Rather Rough.
If Anything Offends You, Don't Bother Commenting.
Don't Stereotype In Your Comments.
This Was Written By A Girl, Well Done Geniuses.
Angel Teroff has been sent to a summer camp by her mother, who thought hanging around the house and being with friends wasnâ€™t healthy.
A mix-up with the papers ends in Angel getting put with a cabin full of 16-year-old single boys, who are all unfairly good-looking. Although, it...
I just wrote this for those two
Commentary on where we go when we sleep, what we dream, what we see and where we are. Posturing the argument that when sleeping we are in another world or within another plane. Non-physical, non-human and free.
Oh My Christmas Tree,
My Christmas Tree,
you are very grand indeed,