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It's a poem from the heart. If I could sing you a song, it go like this....
Poetry | Updated Apr 26, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A love song it just came t one one day and i had to write it down.
By Juli Monat
Crazy, yamba nutty yambo.
By Maria Joan
Lucia's off with her mates to London with her three greatest friends Amy, Christie and Sarah. They'll try to have fun. Especially when your going to the museum with the year 11 class.But Lucia doesn't mind much until...well she know it wouldn't all be sinister anyway, its usually what she...
You're waiting for the one you love, to love you back.
This poem depicts the feeling of someone who got caught up loving an impossible love, depicting the beautiful feeling of enjoying the company of that person and at the same time without being able to get close enough.
By Yasha Or
Inspired by political turmoil and recent event (2007)
By Adam Meredith
This story started in 1960, when a soldier by the name of Jonro Brockovich, starts in the army force. After leaving his family and friends in japan, he leaves to prolong the life and security of his country and finds himself in some sticky situations. This story is about determination, love,...
Short Story | Updated May 7, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
I sat down and I wrote what I felt, I hope itÂ´s good ;)
By Moonlit Syndicate
Vanity and Pride they are more opposite than they first appear.
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A druggy - it's not that hard to figure out
By Madelyn G Miller
An example of overcoming the vainity that consumes our society.
My soul accepting that if one can truly say he knows himself, that person is ignorant and arrogant, and only knows that of which covers his subconscious, the mask of public definition.
So for once I have accepted myself as the chaotic directional wind we are.
We say there is no truth and say...
We all wish for something...
Poetry | Updated Jun 29, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1