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Can drunkenness have anything to do with the nature of God?
Just something I thought of when I was walking to the further train station to get in to work today. It's the first poem I've written in at least a year.
A stupid and random Haiku I made...
Poetry | Updated Nov 5, 2008 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Sc Derand
This is just a story i threw together about anger and walking it off. It begins and ends rather abruptly more or less like real anger and that is the point. Please read and comment I thrive on opinions and criticisms.
This poem is about how children are less controlled by what people think of them and how they are seen, thus meaning that they are more free to express their feelings & emotions and use their energy spontaneously.
Poetry | Updated Sep 14, 2008 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
still lonely... of course. haha.
I really have no idea what this is, it rings in my mind as something about a standing against the tides of comformity. Like--can you stand with me against all costs to see this world through? Like a call to arms for a generation or something, but it's as much a mystery to me as it will be to...
By Ken Simm
Second of The Confounded Letters
Figure out what it means
Poetry | Updated Jul 2, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A beautiful girl, a little dog and unintended consequences!
My first short story published here. I wrote it to get me into the feel of writing short stories more regularly.
I made it as interesting as I can, and to the point. Hope you enjoy it.
A poem I wrote for myself. I was walking at night and couldn't help but feel really alive. So I just had to write about this.
The poem is simple, but I made sure that every word is effective in conveying what I'm feeling.
By Amity Willows
Once I walked to the edge of the world...
Poetry | Updated Dec 25, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Fear of the dark, while walking in the woods.
Poetry | Updated Jun 16, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1