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RecollectionsA Story by Michael HartAge; An incurable illness, but far less harsh than the disease of loneliness. |
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AgingA Story by Dakota JeanAgingrapidly, I feel it deep in mysubconscious. My spirit aches and whines for a release, for a warm front to kill this harsh winter. It never comes.F.. |
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COINS OF TIME.A Poem by Terry CollettON AGING AND TIME. |
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The Sleeping StoneA Poem by AidanLooking for some feedback on this one. Thanks! |
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The Idea of Living Two LifetimesA Story by Cat JeA child's life is over, metaphorically speaking, at around the age of 25. First lifetime. An adult's life begins at age 25. Second lifetime. |
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Twist, Twisted YearsA Poem by Terry KantA lament on aging and mortality |
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The notion of timeA Poem by Laura StukonyteIt's about time to wake up from your sleepWake up being struck by the notion of powerAnd speed of the endless flow of time:A spiral movement from inno.. |
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A Wrinkle In TimeA Poem by Riss RykerYou can never go back... |
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Once on Film & Twice More For EmphasisA Poem by A Glow in the Pit of My S..Faded videos of times long passed,of younger years and cheerful faces.A new father holds his daughter;smiling,as a fresh faced motherdances a Minnie M.. |
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dance with meA Poem by Karen D Reevesdon't hold me back or hold me down get in my way i'll figure how to go around you when it comes to what i want and deserve i will have .. |
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The age of innocenceA Poem by Nadia GerassimenkoWhat is the age of innocence? What is the age of harsh reality? I thought wisdom grows with aging. I never knew a man would talk like th.. |
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Father MirrorA Poem by WyndnWatrWhen we start to see ourselves as we really are.....our parents in the mirror. |
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Blah Another Poem About Growing UpA Poem by JOPHIELBleh, bleh. I don't want to do homework, so I wrote this. |
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She Was Once a DancerA Poem by Con ChapmanWe stood at intermission, sipping wine from plastic “glasses” As the crowd surged, some urgent, some aimless, around us. We hadn't .. |
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This Ole ManA Poem by Kelly ScheppersThis Ole Man This ole man turns eighty in the spring. He still opens doors for his wife and offers his hand to the sm.. |
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PrecursorsA Book by scarlynnThis is a book with snippets of memories, all that point to the main character going insane. This is semi-autobiographical, as it is all true but name.. |
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It's Not Too LateA Poem by Lesley IrmaHe said how did this happen, yesterday we were just kids I said I don’t how it happened, it just did we went to sleep somewhere in our twent.. |
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