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Random First Lines:Harry just lost Sirius, and broods. Can Hermione make it better? Warning: Mention of Character Death and H/Hr.
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By Lachlan R Dale
A stream-of-consciousness piece that pour from me one afternoon. Resembled visionary prose poetry.
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By The Poet365
The Poet 365 life, love, struggles and change as a writer, artist, photographer and human being. His work is spiritual, political, sensual, sexual, logical, philosophical, passionate and rational. The poetry is exotic, erotic, his work is medicine, therapy, religion, vision and his history.
By Alena Adams
Thoughts on universal energy, human energy, human biofield, time, our connection to the Universe and God.
By Russell French
thinking about life one night
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Juli Monat
When I write the writings not knowing why.
Poetry | Updated Nov 8, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Willow Brook
A child who saw the future of people who didn't care and a way to change it!
Poetry | Updated Nov 1, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
Just a little poem inspired by a flight of fancy.
By Moira Garcia
A girl, Katherine, goes blind, in a accidental firework incident, and recently a scientist have been ordered to do a experiment, that could give her, the vision back...Its just not her vision.
Usually when we think of the term patient, we think persevering or diligent. The question that is often overlooked is, why? Because we need to be? Because it is a virtue and I want to be considered virtuous? Perhaps, but think on this a minute.
Why hate when you can love? Why dwell upon misery?
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Elli Stark always thought her life was normal, she was a good student in school always getting A's or B's. Who knew one sleepover would change that? Now she's sucked into a world she never thought was possible.
By Billy Lingard
This content is a small summary of how life is perceived through vision.
I wrote this poem about who an artist sees the world. I thought of it while trying to explain to my cookie cutter average family what art is, and what it is like as an artist. Enjoy!