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There are limitless desires in a humanâ€™s heart.
see a spectrum
worn on thigh-
are made on an
island whose muse is exhile
By Angel Plant
Im ready for you to reach out your hands to me. For me to hold.I will experience the best.It is time for me.
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...
A poem I wrote about 10 years ago whilst staying in a B & B in Herne Bay.
A history of writing back to the beginning. Lots of stuff that is on booksie, mostly a blog full of drafts. Worth it for the history.
Silence is the night until the day is forlorn.
The 4th part of the history of Richard Channing
Well, im not sure where i was planning on going with this when i started...
sometimes stories just come to you.
of the people who have read it, most of them are convinced of the deeper meaning, so go ahead and try to find some.
A POEM ABOUT A LOVE THAT ONCE LEFT BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE MORE THAN JUST THE "OTHER"...
Poetry | Updated Jul 3, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Joseph Kittell
Poem you need to think about the meaning
Self image is a fragile thing. If it's too inflated, you have a huge ego often times. If it's minuscule, you have a negative perception of yourself. This is a story of a man who has lived his life as a lie.
"Hey, Iâ€™m Evelyn Valentine, Iâ€™m 19 years old, and Iâ€™m going to tell you what happened to me when I was 17.
Well it is actually, so letâ€™s start.
Here goes nothing."
Evelyn Valentine Is Having A Night Out With Her 'Friends'. As Usual Mary And Gabriella...
How to misunderstanding kill a stone with two birds