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Just BeA Poem by Emily LJust BeIn the beginning there was nothingnessNo rulesNo conformity'sNo right or wrong way of livingJust a vast array of natures freshly born beautyI l.. |
Softly, GentlyA Poem by Nikoleanjust a moment is enough for me |
The January RainA Poem by Dominik D. RavensI was in love with a girl my age when I was seven. She unfortunately passed away that year and I still think about her every day to this day because I.. |
No Artificial FlavorsA Story by YouoweYoupayIt was my fault. |
TrappedA Poem by LittleBigDreamsA little poem on how i feel with my memories |
Heartbreaking at best of times... But spare a thou..A Poem by OnlymeIn the hospice waiting to passHe looked at his beloved families faces.Worn out, sad and miserable.He feels useless to themhe can not comfort them.And .. |
OvernightA Poem by Satish VermaUnstitch my memories, I have come home, |
The Fine Art Rescue Team. A Seventies Story. Part ..A Story by Ken Simm.Yes Another one. All true. |
EntangledA Story by ScattyCattyThe end of a love story |
MemoriesA Poem by Palak ThakurWe all have memories,both, good and bad,some makes us happy,remembering some makes us sad.It's in our brains,it's in our hearts,even in our album of p.. |
4. THE HEART ATTACKA Chapter by Peter RogersonIn France, and driving his coach... |
Sonnet 3A Poem by PJWhen I close my eyes then I look upon,What my eyes have seen when my eyes were young;Memories that were made for sight to see through,Decay like the l.. |
13. THE LAST FACE OF ALBERT TENCHA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe last ... says it all. |
The Sky AboveA Poem by Emily LThe Sky AboveSometimes I like to watch the sky aboveI like to let my mind float as the clouds dofor only but a minute or two and remindmyself to admir.. |
Thinking Of YouA Poem by breakthebrokenoneI look at the grassand I think of youof how you used tocut the lawn every weekwithout fail.I see the flowersgrowing in the parksand I think of howyou .. |
The AtticA Story by proseokMy ankle cramps as I steady myself upon the ladder to the attic (of my mind.) I feel the blades of the wood leave a stamp on the pads of my feet.. |
New chapterA Poem by tessa victoriaAsking myself when will this end, as the memories play in my head and my eyes get wetter. I ask myself when will we start, start working on us and whe.. |