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Random First Lines:Serbina Monroe had high hopes at the end of the Civil War life to be better than it had been during the las four strife filled years. Her husband,... » Read
By Joan A Brown
There is nothing that compares to the feeling of two chemistries meeting, matchingâ€”touching.
Chemistry is not to be taken for granted, however. It is a special ingredient inside the gift of mutual love. If you are fortunate enough to share such a uniquely special chemistry with someone,...
Originally this was a piece written for my brothers but it had a different meaning for each person I showed it to. Therefore, the significance of the poem depends on the person reading it.
So this poem if you are wondering is about a story I told my boyfriend and he loved it and said that I was very talented at making stories feel so real..but anyway let me know what you all think. :)
P.S.~ The lamb is actually a shy teenage girl and the man or well the hunter was a...
By Macaroni Mario
How do they know they are going to die? What sign is there that they are obedient to? I wish to keep quiet and still - maybe, I will hear that whispering message...it's time.
Article | Updated May 21, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Based on a soul mate, my beautiful amazing guy.
A rant in the form of a poem on patriotism (kinda)
By Aubrey The Great
When you love and it doesn't feel good enough to ever last
â€œSay hello to the broken-heartedâ€ The story that led to John Steelburg aiming a point four five caliber Taurus magnum handgun against the temple of his head. What reason is there to live, when the one you devotedly loved, sacrificed everything for, left you with a shattered...
I flew through the trees and dared you to chase me.
This will probably be the last poem I write in 2013, and it is a gift to all of you. I went through a lot of things this year; I must say it became hard to stand tall. Yet, now that it's coming to an end and I survived it all, I understand the reason I am still here. It is LOVE. Love gives you...
This is an essay about a woman baring her soul to her lover and asking for freedom. Freedom to be who she is.
Miscellaneous | Updated Dec 16, 2013 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Near the city of Orlando, there's a small town called Celebration. It holds the nostalgic memory of yesterday, the unity of family, and the forgotten power of love. This is what happens when two souls who cross paths, and belong to different worlds, meet and can't help but fall in love.
By Rev Walter
20 years after his father is kidnapped James must face the truth
Another poem I wrote. I don't know why I keep giving it a shot, to be honest.
Poetry | Updated Aug 22, 2013 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1