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I am not happy, but I am gratefulA Poem by kimpetersen13kpI am grateful but I am not happy happy requires of me to dig up childhood memories from my gut of those winding roads to the beach summer cool.. |
17. Autumn DawnsA Chapter by Peter RogersonThe saga ends. Happily, I hope. |
My Atari 2600A Story by Randy JohnsonForty years ago tonight was a very special day for me. On July 29, 1983, Mom bought gifts for my brother and I. I received an Atari 2600 and my brothe.. |
Pirate SongA Poem by Burak Batuhan KarakusThough time has passed, you remain unforgottenOur evenings of poetry under starlit skiesWhen moonbeams illuminated our taleYou were the freedom of blu.. |
A VISITORA Story by Peter RogersonAn old story, how memories would love to come back to life... |
MEMORIESA Story by Peter RogersonDo our memories influence our characters? |
Mr.SmileyA Poem by LaurenDo you ever miss it?The shattering echo of destruction?Do you ever wish to walk the same path that drove you to your breaking point?It was addicting.... |
All In a MemoryA Poem by _Ally_A Love Story |
Vivid memoriesA Poem by Arundass TPSometimes memories haunts |
The GardenA Story by Jacqueline PerrinA man looks at his garden and remembers his past. |
BOBBY’S LAST DREAMA Story by Peter RogersonAfter the end of life... is there a Heaven or Hell? |
Carcasses of MemoriesA Poem by ThaoA ghost of me. (A poem for Halloween) |
Past MemoriesA Poem by An Enigmatic MystiqueWhen time passes, footprints are left in its sands. We leave footprints with our memories, imprinted on the ground like fallen leaves. We leav.. |
Stackable MemoriesA Poem by Amanda ReynoldsAn unexpected wave of memory and nostalgia |
Almost WinterA Poem by Kathy Van KurinHow does the approach of winter speak to your life? |
Book in the ShoeboxA Poem by AtlasI blew the dust off of the old shoe box.On the top, was the symbol of a fox.It was bittersweet.I was excited to relive those childhood memories,But I .. |
A Delicate RuleA Poem by Daniel FisherI stood by the flowing mirror butmy reflection is still, I look gloomy,a ho-hum of slit in an arteryhumouring my hefty unluck an unjust.To the unendin.. |