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The rarest honey is enjoyed by the eyes alone Read More

Poem / Other

August 29, 2018

Reads: 47

Comments: 6

Shelves: 2

The Booksie Classic House

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Comments: 4

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Poem / Poetry

November 06, 2016

Reads: 115

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

The development of the SQL+sh as an interactive front-end to Unify’s Structured Query Language (SQL). Read More
STEP INTO THE LIGHT OF THE HANDS OF CHRIST AND NEVER DIS OWN HIM FOR NOTHING OR NO ONE ALWAYS KNOW THAT THE DEVIL IS ALWAYS OUT TO SEEK WEAKER SOULS SO MAKE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH CHRIST EVEN IF YOU FALL AGAIN AND AGIN ALWAYS GET BACK UP AND… Read More
Leaving the shell behind when you die. No hurting or hunger. Read More
A song about myself from a prospective that everybody who reads this has seen in themselves. Sometimes I feel empty and I guess everybody does but some people can't see the good in the world and in themselves but I hope everybody here has their own guide. Read More
This is a humorous sonnet, reflecting on how much one can overreact to humiliation. Hope you enjoy! Read More
Derived from the poem, Maggie and Milly and Molly and May, a trip behide that day, described in detail, in the eyes of Maggie. The day at teh beach is an enjoyment for all three sisters and their dog. they each have a unique personality and all enjoy their day… Read More

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Comments: 8

The Booksie Classic House

All I had to go on was a tortiose and an angel. Lettuce pray it all turns out for the best Read More
I wrote this mainly because I got told I had to do a poem on bullying for homework...I guess you could relate it cause social alienation is bullying. Note: Please no harsh comments Read More

Poem / Poetry

December 30, 2012

Reads: 179

Comments: 2

The Booksie Classic House

I live in my own personal hell Because it’s within my mind that you dwell Read More
A boy who didn't receive information. Read More
the tragic tale of a man in trapped in the depths of madness Read More

Poem / Poetry

December 02, 2012

Reads: 274

Comments: 6

The Booksie Classic House

For M. I would argue that nothing is the worst feeling there is. (I decided to remove two of the pictures as I felt it made the poem a bit too disconnected.. Instead I put lines to represent the passing of time between verses, so let me know what you… Read More

Poem / Poetry

October 13, 2012

Reads: 302

Comments: 4

The Booksie Classic House

Why happiness doesn't exsist. Read More
A monster inside, I must hide. It's vital, It's for survival. Read More
Why do we do what we know we shouldn't. A tangled web we weave, of wires. Read More

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Comments: 1

The Booksie Classic House

further without losing her grip, but failed. Before she knew it, the tides grabbed her. The water pushed down on her from all sides. She struggled but the more she did, the more it dragged her deeper into the sea. Her lungs burned for air and even though there was… Read More

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Comments: 1

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just a poem i developed for my english class. had a project to do. and i ended up finding this so here it is! :) Read More

Tags: love, girl, never, shell

Reads: 261

Comments: 2

The Booksie Classic House

I was actually surprised to have stumbled upon this particular piece while I was rummaging through my files. This was written nearly three years ago, when our professor in Basic English class asked us to write a kind of poetic memoir of a particular place from our childhood. I wrote… Read More

Poem / Poetry

April 24, 2012

Reads: 239

Comments: 8

The Booksie Classic House

This is another of my attempts at free verse. It is set in a hospital where a patient is regaining consciousness. I have tried to uses senses and make it as vivid as possible. Read More
This poem is about a child growing up slowly with only one person for company. She gets braver and braver until she is ready to lead her own life of not being scared all the time Read More

Reads: 343

Comments: 2

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

Smelling of vomit, I sit in the passenger seat of my aunt’s car, listening to my cousin and his friend argue about which of their celebrity crushes is hotter, and my Aunt May chatter on about how much fun I’ll have this summer. Kayla's father has decided it's time for… Read More

Poem / Other

October 05, 2011

I have always imagined that we had to fight, scrap and crawl our way into this life. This is my interpretation of the journey. Read More
Somebody who you once knew. Read More
WHEN LOVE NO LONGER EXISTS.. Read More
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