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Random First Lines:My first kiss.
Poem doodled in the boredom of class
The crumbling tunnels of an old society are all that I have, as I remember the old, and make way for the new.
The water soaks through my clothes... drips down my neck...
Poetry | Updated Apr 12, 2014 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Book/Novel cover design contest
A song brings the new life of spring to a faraway place.
A simple dream that I invisioned in my head yet never had... :D
By Loving Healer
The description of the Sun. [[assigned for my English class]]
Poetry | Updated Apr 4, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Soft, clear water. Drips down my arm.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
We all must travel down the road of Life...and choice is an option....
Do you know what it means to be the "other". Have you ever felt that contemptive stare from a collective majority?
First seen on Twitter (@mk_writer) in real time in the wee hours of the 17th of March. You have to start from the bottom and read up for it to make sense. You'll never be the same.
By Steve Van
I wrote this poem to describe the bond of a mother's love and the confrontation of living life on life's terms. I am describing an awaking to the reality of true love post a harsh fall.
By Little Frey
My best friend moved away. I really wished he would come back. We were friends for 13 years.
By Bez Tsarya V Golove
This poem takes a slightly unusual symbolic turn, portraying the rain, or a storm, as a means of protection, comfort and peace. Instead of showing the sun as the typically welcoming symbol in Western literature, it is called "harsh," since, "in the light, my cloak is gone." One cannot hide under...
Something I wrote for a creative writing competition, based around the relationship between the sun and the moon.
Each and every one of us has the ability to escape todays problems and relax within another dimension deep in our minds.