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Random First Lines:This essay I wrote was personal but yet at the same time public. I believe everyone has their own creative energy reserve that if they just tap... » Read
taken from my book, "If At All Possible"
There are many eating disorders...this is one that is growing rapidly each day...and we may not even know it.
This is REALLY crap. I literally just wrote it all down, but I hope you like it anyway. It's based on my mood swings I've been suffering with lately....
Just fragments of writing that don't have a place anywhere else.
This is yet another short poem of mine.
Its about a typical gemini and their dual personalities.
And how well they are able to hide their true emotions.
A BOY AND GIRL IN A PARK AND ON SWINGS IN 1950S
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By The Great War
Swings are nice. And this swing is great.Then there is a tale not nice nor great.When he jumped and died. The terror.
This is a tale about the swing and the kill on the swing.
Short Story | Updated Jun 16, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem about how my boyfriend changes his mind all the time and the way he acts and yeah....
A GIRL AND SWINGS AND MEMORIES
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ayla Daniels
A pretty long poem..
By Britany Joyeli
An essay which was meant to be comparative. Indulge with me in this close to heart memoir.
Seeing our little ones grow up and the way they behave.
I wrote this when i was in fith grade and my parent had to take my swingset down because it was a saftey issue.
Poetry | Updated Feb 2, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
In a small forsaken town, 23 SugarHollow Ave has been "home" to her for the past three years. She goes each day not knowing what mood he'll be in, what he'll want out of life that day or even if she'll live to see her freedom once more.
But all of that can change. All of that will...
A dream? Reality? Is this real? ...
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0