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A Perfect Life Copyright Â© 2013 imangelonearth
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be posted in any sites without permission from me.
This is a work of fiction. Only product of my imagination.
I'm not perfect. I'm a person. If there's some mistakes, gramatically error, misused...
Sometimes what we see might not be real, what we wish for may just be bad. You just have to be yourself
have you ever wished upon a star? or wondered why the idea would ever have come to someone to even try to wish upon a star?
By Zoha Seddighi
When it's hard to trust in all that the future will bring us..
By Basil Grayce
The wish for a perfect world.
Poetry | Updated Jul 21, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Julia knows her time is running out. She isnâ€™t afraid. She just isnâ€™t ready to die.
She knows only of a life where the ones she loves cry for her. She imagines a life beyond the hospital and the fear of watching them fall watching her.
When your life is a ticking time bomb, you're...
taken from my book,
What happens when we place our dreams on wishes at the wishing well?
taken from my book,
Chiron Moon In Due Time The Mark is Met
Luna Looms in Aquas Dominion.
Goal to Goal Flowing Oceania
Neptune too soon learns the Fate
awaiting Tempered Thors Hammer
Beelzebubs Gluttonous Lord of the Flies
Death and Ressurection
Seasons of the Hunt
sessions unrelenting as Such
these are the...
When all you can think of is the good and the bad, after the bad has already broken you. Just another reason we all have to believe, to create a better wolrd.
Poetry | Updated Jun 18, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Waiting for that one person to share my life with.
Posture of a Being on a Rocking Chair Leaning
Lazy Boy Palmetto Woods in Search
Of a Harvest with Spade in Hand
Land Grants a Grand Stand - a Full House.
Enclosed blinds, seeking Blind.
Wednesday Mornings ante Day of plenty
Spent waterfalls, an Ivy Wall Vine twined
A poem to a friend who died 6 years ago and I'm dreading that day. My stomach flips whenever I am reminded. I am so scared of what is known as death. It took my friend at 9 and grandmother at 13. When will it stop? And will the flames on my heart be washed out by something?
Please read and...
Just a little sensual poetry for all you readers out there. Hope you enjoy :) I would also love some feedback if you guys would like to give it :) Comment if you wish. I'd love to hear how I could perhaps improve and on what you think on this piece of mine :)