Tags dreams
My dream JournalA Story by MariaThis is for the Dream contest, and since I constantly have vivid dreams will write of my own dreams. |
What They Don't Tell YouA Poem by JessicaIn June, I lost a very close friend of mine to an overdose. I miss him terribly but have found, as I have progressed through my grieving process, that.. |
Tell me who you areA Poem by HeiligAmongst the whole cocktail barI feel like I'm a chair, not a starof every table every night,but I have seen a lot of fights.I'm useful, but I am not u.. |
Summer FiresA Poem by Kathy Van KurinA day which gave opportunity for personal introspection. We here in Oregon, Idaho, Washington watched this become a very serious summer for wild fires.. |
Sky HorsesA Poem by Kathy Van KurinThis was the first real poem I composed and at the time just tickled with. It has been formatted a little differently from its original version. Got t.. |
Mirror of ErisedA Story by MariaTaken from Harry Potter, decided to make my story about the mirror. For contest #8 |
Pocket dreamsA Poem by KikiWhen I slumber, it's you I dream of. Hazy breaths rushed on each others lips, fingers lost in lust, desperately grasping for ground, heart beating rap.. |
SOMETIMES I REMEMBERA Poem by Kate Z.Sometimes I remember things I have never experienced. My mind wanders over roads I have not taken, Into meadows where I have never walked. How can .. |
Looking BeyondA Poem by Sabastian1122For some the stars are a dream, for some the stars are a goal. |
Blue DreamsA Poem by yuheeBecause all of her dreams are painted in blue. |
Somebody newA Poem by LanaI really wish I was somebody newPeel off my layers and make me moveI don't want to lay around here and be so blueI'm so tired of being me I want someb.. |
Pan's DancesA Poem by Ken Simm.Walk the charms. Let the empty sounds of the stars enlighten you In the darkness, there are silver grey lights And frightened voices .. |
I Have Always Loved YouA Story by FreeWillFreeSpiritedRomance/Drama |
Moving aheadA Chapter by ScribblesThe remodeling life it is like sculpting a new human again |
The witches dreamA Story by tinfleacontinued from my first story. the three witches look into the dreams of the Green Man |
Where Thoughts End and Dreams BeginA Poem by KailaniEyes shutBreath steady as the white noise inside my headFingers coldGrasping tightly at the side of my bedWorries snatched by imagination's surreal em.. |
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114