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This is a children's story that I had written for a Diversity in Education class a few years ago while I was in college.The inspiration was from my son's one-eyed pet mouse, named Marshmallow. This is a heart-warming story that children of all ages can relate to. Marshmallow is excited to start...
Alone in the flat, waiting patiently as life continues outside. Doing everything to keep life within on pause.
Short Story | Updated Feb 12, 2012 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 22
Poetry | Updated Feb 1, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A mother whispers to her baby.
This is an entry for A7XRica's contest. I was given the word 'Whisper' and the picture which you can see just above this. I tried to think outside the box for this. The summary is quite brief, but I don't want to give anything away. To find out why she's...
Short Story | Updated Nov 26, 2011 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 10 | Likes: 8
By Hanif Tariq Ballard
I thought of this. It is not EXACTLY what I believe, but I want to see what people think about it.
A very romantic short poem.
Quite personal, yes ^^
Because I put my emotion in every single word.
What I felt about him Always? Seldom? Never?
A poem for the one who slipped through my fingers
Poetry | Updated Oct 2, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime
A Poem I wrote for my son and my love for him. The first letter of each line spells his first and middle name.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5
Holly was a kind-hearted and gentle creature who brought a lot of joy and happy days in my Aunt Pat and Uncle Tony's life. Sadly, she took ill and is now in a better place.
This is for Holly. You are missed so much.
Typical girl strongly in love.
Man's best friend
Is what they're called.
Man's best friend
Is what they deserved to be called.
They'e always there for us
Whenever we need them.
Whether we'e in danger or just in a fuss
They know we need them.
I usually look forward to Holidays...however I know my Family loves me with
By Christina Pavon
A short poem about racism.
Poetry | Updated Jun 8, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 3