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Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 14 | Likes: 56
This is my moment
Short Story | Updated Jun 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A challenge gives birth to vision. Whenever you see the birth of a vision, there must be something to change and transform. It is always a moment to see what is not there. Vision deals with hope of transforming the challenge of the present. But often than none, great vision is born in the midst...
I am legally blind without my glasses. I have always thought of an interesting question. What would my life be without this invention? I am also submitting in this way to show how hard it is for me to see without them.
Poetry | Updated Jun 10, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 23
By La Rosso Luna
This is a six word story based on how even though people may be different or loose themselves, the world will been seen differently by every single person.
Poetry | Updated May 29, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
vision thats so clear...
Poetry | Updated May 2, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jan Gabriel
I was actually surprised to have stumbled upon this particular piece while I was rummaging through my files. This was written nearly three years ago, when our professor in Basic English class asked us to write a kind of poetic memoir of a particular place from our childhood. I wrote about...
This is poem about trying to make each day, each morning mean something to me.
By Manisha Belani
What a Real Vision All About?
Poetry | Updated Apr 22, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Alec and Jasper have been best friends for most of their lives, both hiding feelings for the other. Alec thought of jasper as his sun, the only light in his world. While Jasper thought of Alec as his moon a calming light in the dark that guides him to some peace.
I grew up with factory workers, farmers, and general laborers. This poem is about the distant look of lost dreams I have seen in the eyes of many of my closest friends; I may have seen it in my own refection in the mirror. This poem is dedicated to the working man.
...as a gust of wind shook the leaf...
Poetry | Updated Mar 10, 2012 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 15
It is rising within me. Ba-tik-di. The tightening of the stomach, these yawns that shake the body; a slow heat vibrating up the length of the spine. Ah, the shivering, the ecstasy! The gentle acupuncture, these needles that prick the skin into gooseflesh; the cold hot freezing warmth of it all!
its about a man who longs after the woman he sees in his dreams. dreams are so real and sometimes we feel as if it was real. find your 'maiden' in your dream, dream , i say dream
Poetry | Updated Mar 1, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Ralph loves Clare, but things are getting hazy these days and visions are pulling him far from reality