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Sometimes a perfect storm can't have a conclusion
I'm tired of his promises
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A story of a question
Novel | Updated Feb 23, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Will Mcconaughey
This is a poem that I wrote for my mother. As an outsider looking in, I believe being a mother is one of the hardest jobs out there. Mothers often do not get the recognition that they deserve, which is why I would like to say thank you to not only my own mother, but also to all of the other...
Words written not spoken, nor edited but felt deeply.
If only time was a friend to me then maybe the man I adore, the man I live and breathe for would be mine...
This poem is about a blazing love like a fire that had to be put out.... hoping one day to spark again in due time.
Haiku on a random thought. A little something for Valentine's Day since you know it's coming up!
I allow permission for Haiku to be used orally but I reserve all rights.
Poetry | Updated Feb 12, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
THERE IS MAGIC IN LOVING U
Poetry | Updated Feb 11, 2015 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Nerd Tom
This is something I wrote to my ex-girlfriend when I missed her.
Poetry | Updated Feb 10, 2015 | Reads: 25 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A poem representing the beauty of love.
Just something I made because I couldn't fall asleep x3
Poetry | Updated Feb 6, 2015 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Vanity Rose
Cassiopeia is bisexual!! This one little fact about her has caused her life to change drastically. She has lost friends, gained confidence, and even found what she wants to do with her life. But with all that comes the bullying and the hating. This is Cassie's story about coming out and dealing...
By Aaron Shamoba
True meanings of love
Â». If you love her because of her
eyes,lips or body,
it is not "Love" it is "LUST"
Â». If it is because of her intelligence
or insight about life,
it is not "Love", its "ADMIRATION"
Â». If its because she cries every time
you try to leave her,
it is not "Love" it is...
This is my first poem on Booksie, hope you enjoy! Or
By Annabeth Jackson
You were there whenever I needed you. You had a heart-breaking story, causing your tiny acts of kindness. You remembered, when no one else did.