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If you've got time, try doing this challenge :P
Miscellaneous | Updated Jan 25, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 17
Time is the judge of the future. How much time you will have to achieve good or bad, you will never know.
Poetry | Updated Jan 25, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
This one was difficult for me. I gave it more thought and consideration than most. I hope that because I did that, it comes across as being one of my better works. I'm sticking to what I'm good at here
Poetry | Updated Jan 24, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 6
a simple wish turned in2 a poem
I'm putting this up as a poem, but it was more written to be a song. I like it though so I still wanted to put it online =) This is about losing someone that you never really had.
Poetry | Updated Jan 23, 2009 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 7
i was angry at all the stupid celebs and felt like writing this.
just randomly came up with this one. enjoy & comment. pleez! hugs & kisses to all my readers! :*
Poetry | Updated Jan 21, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 10
I wrote this for my friends Grace and Hope and my dream is for us to live and relive our once upon a time. I want to stay close to them for the rest of my life.
Poetry | Updated Jan 20, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
Every time Jen sees him she falls in love with him.
Short Story | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 9
warm against him. i didn't dare to let go.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
um... i guess this poem describes the passion that I feel sometimes.
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Rain On My Unbrella
Some people have dreams that are realities. I just thought Iâ€™d get it straight that I am not one of those people. My dreams are never realities. Sometimes I dream that Iâ€™m a giant ketchup bottle and my mom uses me to squirt out the truth onto her hot dog of lies. But, letâ€™s...
Novel | Updated Jan 18, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Are we really matter? Or are we energy? Are we part of a whole? Are we all everywhere but nowhere?
Me and how I got my fear of tractors.
My poem is a metaphor about life and growing up from a child until an older individual. I decided to use flowers as a metaphor. I really hope you like it.