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There once was a time when we were.
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
â€œAll I know is you,â€ I whisper. At this point I think I really have his attention. â€œAll I know is you, and your scent, and the sound of your voice.â€
By Stephen O Neill
All acts of violence, whether perpetrated on an individual or a people are atrocious. None are less or more atrocious than the other. All are abysmal.
In order to fight a cause successfully you must have the means to do so and â€˜rightâ€™ on your side. But what is â€˜rightâ€™?
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
My story, expected to be in around 5 parts.
LET ME KISS MY WAY TO UR HEART
Poetry | Updated Dec 22, 2014 | Reads: 34 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Sharing some deep feelings on love.
Just a way to share with that special someone in your life
that you love them.
What do you see when you close your eyes? Patterns? Blackness? What if I told you to picture a world without me in it. What do you see now?
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By Alex Sharpe
The unique stories of several individuals that share their own unique stories of their survival and death(s) of the time when the Rage Virus was unleashed. THIS IS THE STORY OF THE RAGE VIRUS
EnRaged: The Story of the Rage Virus - The Journals - Book One
Â© 2014 by Alex Sharpe
(This is the...
A short letter I wrote to my Uncle Geoffrey A Fout owner of Keagan's in Virginia Beach, VA who molested me when I was 5 years old. You can contact him if you wish at Keaganâ€™s 1-757-228-1787 or at his other number 1-757-204-4948. His public address as found on the internet is 3176...
This content is written in order to re-vizualise the limitations of man, and their helplessness before Death..
Your feelings are all made by your own thoughts
Article | Updated Nov 5, 2014 | Reads: 21 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A small poem about being there for someone else.
Poetry | Updated Oct 20, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
By Otono Trujillo
Robin Beatrix Peters had always stood out. With her long auburn hair and bright turquoise eyes, she had always been different from everyone else in Riverdale's dull gray eyes and mousy hair. As different as Robin felt, she never guessed just how different she really was, until the day everything...
I stumbled across this blog post and it has literally changed my course of writing. I wouldn't consider myself a good person if I didnâ€™t share this with my fellow Booksies.
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