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Posted by on Sat, 12 Sep 2009 07:47:00 GMT |
Story 3 |
The memory of the mad man was left outside the old city, an old statue erect in all it’s glory was placed outside the city gates. he was the eldest man that had ever lived in the city. He was th...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:43:00 GMT |
Poem 18 |
I fall asleep, my head in my pillow,my mind in the clouds, rising closer and closer to the stars.I plumit, down to the earth below,gravity pulls me downbut I grow wings,as I get closer to the ea...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:06:00 GMT |
Poem 17 |
Night turns to day.butterflies fly o’er the sea;Making their way to the morning dew.Dusk turns to morn.streaks fill the sky,with gold and red,clouds overhead.Trees grow in spring,leaves all arou...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 16:38:00 GMT |
Poem 13 |
Accelerated ecstasy Immune to systematic override.You,Me,We,All see the sky in different colours.Last September,You kissed my neck,My heroine,My love,My keepsake from life,You’re the one, The o...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:53:00 GMT |
Poem 12 |
Beauty is the silk, of a petal, on a rose......beauty is the skin on the face of my lover.Beauty is the scent of the finest, richest lavender......Beauty is the zest, the best fragrance on my lover&rs...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 15:15:00 GMT |
Poem 10 |
A Dream Within The Stanzas Of A PoemA dream is too long,too big, too extravagant,to fit into the stanzas of a poem.Thw wings upon which I fly,are too big,too imaginary,to fit into the stanzas of a poe...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:15:00 GMT |
Poem 9 |
Darkness consumes a writer. Darkness consumes a warrior. It defiles the skill, the will, the hill, upon which I write. Darkness consumes the passion that writers need, the vision th...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:01:00 GMT |
Poem 8 |
Revolution (A New Day)There’s a revolution brewing...Amongst a cold winter breeze I do stand.I do think amidst the battleground of life.And then,In the end,I am torn between two sides,The sides ...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 18:32:00 GMT |
Story 2 - Need Help! |
The shriek cut through the silence, of the quiet village. A man ran hiding his indignation in his white bleached bandana, his heart was already heavy, his eyes already throbbed, his fear was taking ov...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:22:00 GMT |
