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By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
I wrote the Black Nazai as a fantasy poem about a black man who is trying to hold on to his self control as he faces the cumulative effects of perhaps a lifetime of being misunderstood. There is no victory for him other than standing up for his children's future.
Never give in, never give up, for your dreams are just figments of reality that if you work hard enough to earn, to achieve glory, wait in open arms for you, don't think just do just remember to be you because in the end when all else is lost you only have your self to be friends with.
This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
By Mars Bhuntamata
"Bhunta" is the name they call those shining jewels full of power inside their body. "Partitions" is what they call themselves, the elemental form in human bodies. Since they can not choose the path to be born, they're chosen by their own fate to walk the earth as elemental protectors. When a...
Stella lived a normal life till she made a heinous mistake, read to find out who she was and what she did and what led her to taking a new path in life.
UR BIGGEST WEAPON IS LOVE
Poetry | Updated Feb 13, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Hans is stuck in the desert in 1952 can he get out? read to find out
Novel | Updated Feb 2, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Ross Fairchild
She, a suicide queen, walks upon a floating feeling of treadmill legs and sunset eyes. She is the ghost of reason. If instinct is a cruel partner in fate, than doubt is cast by the very eyes of nature to those she meets every time they part. She is insatiable.
The city is strung out: broad...
Blood stained the ground.
I looked down at my hands without a care in the world. No emotion, no feeling, just the essence of death filling the once enlightened city. No one was left living, just an empty void of what once used to thrive of live.
This is something I've mentally put together over the course of the season so far..... The title stands figuratively and literally.
I wanted to make this poem because i absolutely LOVE making clothing and dressing up to be someone different.
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 5
For 25 years, a warrior woman named Xena, best warrior in the land that travels with her best friend, Gabrielle, a battling bard and Amazon Queen were thought to be killed but were actually unconsciously trapped in an Ice cave. Her daughter, Eve, was a baby when this happened and for 25 years...
This is a small part of My book from smashwords.com please go and download then spreed the word of Frog Boy. Make it Viral!
I wrote this for Synesthesia's CYBERPUNK Contest. It's about weapon, meant to be destroyed when the realization of her immense power was finally dawned on by her creators. Her name... is Seven.
a lovely poem about a spoken weapon.
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2013 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1