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Broken TrapA Poem by LETitBeKnownOne look was all it took to turn awayA smile that plead guilty lies As I watched your lips moveA face that I once lovedAnd it was every reason to run.. |
TormentA Poem by LETitBeKnownThe truth was torment. We both knew. From the beginning I was told to run. Standing there for everything I could believe. For all I found good. Frozen.. |
It's Not GoodbyeA Story by Francis-GrayFirst attempt at writing in a short story format. |
Dirty UnderpantsA Poem by Barbara WalkerThis poem is my way of sharing my views on a certain male fashion craze |
Love and HateA Poem by JohannaI don´t know how much longer I can wait, for you to change, it´s not the same you know..love and hate.. |
Run Away With MeA Poem by kera moondustSome new half love struck poetry =) |
MolassesA Poem by KatMolasses is a viscous by-product of the refining of sugarcane, grapes, or sugar beets into sugar. The word comes from the Portuguese melaço, ul.. |
HoneyA Poem by KatHoney /ˈhʌni/ is a sweet food made by bees using nectar from flowers. The variety produced by honey bees is the one most commonly referred t.. |
In The WindA Poem by S.VHeaving in the salt on the airThe lungs fill, pushing the body outward,hanging over the beach.Three dropsfall into the sandWhich now twists and spins .. |
Dance of WolvesA Poem by DarkTrickThe wolves are calling you home, Their voices, wild and primal echo into the night ‘Run with us Sister!’ they beckon you, Will you ans.. |
Running PlaylistA Story by ClaireAn acoustic account of my morning run. |
An Ode to the RunnerA Poem by Poetic NuanceA tribute to the runners' tribe & the sheer joy of running. |
DravaA Book by Ronnie Smith16-year-old Lori Jane Peterson wakes up in the house of Illya Ruslanov, a 28-year-old Russian painter and clinic doctor. They slowly break the boundar.. |
OneA Chapter by Ronnie SmithLori catches hypothermia in the forest, but wakes up in Illya's house, having been rescued from a frozen death. |
BulletsA Poem by JohannaI've been dashing bullets my whole life, I'm the kind that run, not the one who puts up a fight.. |
Birds and FoxesA Poem by Q.The birds sang of memories The foxes played with dreams The trees danced with the Summer wind As star lights kissed the sea Voices echoed from o.. |