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Iâ€™m cold. Iâ€™m so, so cold. And what makes me lose my mind is that it wonâ€™t go away, no matter what I do. No matter how hard I try, the spine-chilling, nerve-racking cold is there, every step of the way.
It's the summer of '89 and Max has fallen in with a local bike-riding gang from his neighborhood. There is turmoil in his family and Max is hopeful that it will all go away soon. Their gang comes up with all sorts of fun things to do that summer and it's all Max needs to forget the war zone at...
This poem is about a man who not only wants change, but needs it, and it takes him a year to figure out how. I made this poem as my entry for SoftDreamer7's Winter Contest!!! Please note that I do not own the picture.
It's a short story about a motherless daughter, wich I am. It's kind of personal, but I think it's important to know that, if you have both parents, you should feel very lucky. I hope you like this story. If not, it's okay:)
By Jonah Ryan
There's nothing worse then being alone on New Year's Eve.
Short Story | Updated Nov 1, 2013 | Reads: 106 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
An arrogant boy finally achieves his dream of going on a long and grand adventure. With his new partner, he learns that everything is not what it seems in the world. Right from day one, these two find themselves in tight situations.
Every day we discover things about ourselves...how we perceive it is the question.
For you Iâ€™ll
Open my tattered soul
Let you in Let you make me whole.
Short children story about two siblings, who with the help of a giant pink whale embark on a pirate island adventure. It is a great story full of vivid imagery and simple words, it's a great way to curb your child's imagination. The pictures are simple and tend to capture the children's way...
My summary for my poem it's I cook when I have nine years ago my mom show mexican food I love my mom and my first plate it's Arroz Rojo.
Poetry | Updated Oct 7, 2013 | Reads: 33 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
A short poem about a girls life
A poem I wrote about my upcoming high school graduation. Hope you enjoy!
By Juli Monat
This is a true Paleontoligist story, turned into
fiction. The real names has been changed
to avoid, being sued...Ho, HO, HO...Happy Christmas!
This is a poem of my reflection of my youth gone by. It is a poem that brings out the true human aspects of lust, sex and how we reminisce about these things, things of our youth.
This is a poem about my first love. My first ever love for another human being beyond the type of love we have for our family, I mean passion and romance. It's a reminder to me that love comes and love goes, that all things must end. But it is also a reminder to me that I once experienced that...