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THIS IS JUST THE SUMMARY.
taken from my book, "This Never Happened Before"
By Juli Monat
Hanz and Franz...what more can I say
about them...2 brothers full of lead.
this is a poem, I can't exactly place the meaning in it's entiretly. It's, in essence, a janble of emotions: bitterness, annoyance, depression also perhaps.
Poetry | Updated Feb 20, 2013 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Indie Skreet
My boss tried to dress it up as redundancy so he could save my wages and have his mummy take over my position .... he actually had the cheek to 'insist' I trained her and his little sister too. I could understand why of course, 3 holiday's a year, numerous motoring fines and a flash sports car...
A cynical view of love.
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By History Guy
The short story by Herman Melville, â€œBartleby, the Scrivenerâ€, is a first person narration about a copyist who refuses to do the job he was hired for and the inability of the narrator, the scrivenerâ€™s boss, to dismiss his disruptive employee. The narrator is a â€œrather...
So many of us do and say things without realising the impact. Words alone can be so powerful, it is so important to try and be careful with how you choose to use them. You may forget what you said to someone today, or tomorrow, but they will remember what you said, and how you made them feel.
The deep primal rage
Poetry | Updated Nov 13, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Eileen Mcguinness
The early morning is probably in some cases our least favourite time of the day.To others we might find the peace and quiet refreshing and be at ease with our solitude.Mothers will find it a torrid time as they have to quickly motivate themselves and their children to get ready for their working...
Poetry | Updated Aug 18, 2011 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Phantoms Rising is a poem of reminiscence on the past tragedies and dark memories of my youth.
By Essay Fitzgerald
I need help with something that went down at school today. All opinions are welcome but I'd love answers. :)