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There is sorrow in my tears There's hidden pain in every smile A love that's gone away A love time can't erase One that ran so deep and true One ...

Im sorry everything I do is insignificant to you I just get caught in the moment Don't know when to just let go Of something that's already gone A love ...

I'm looking back at all those times We laughed and cried and held on tight To dreams and goals that we had made Together we were unstoppable I loved they ...

Ok well, there are two types of free verse I think well. Either the deceptively simple or the intensely complex. You've definitely gone with the second option. Now please, please ...

Lygarde de Mayne Legerdemain [lej-er-duh-meyn]: a sleight of hand, trickery, deception, or any artful trick. Origin 1400-50; late Middle English: legerdemeyn, Middle French: lygarde de mayne, light of

Invisibility The cloak of humility You do as they tell you Always helping out Considered great by those you assist But you are not ok inside. Inside you are the ...

I felt it was my need to address certain issues which had been made about this story, mostly formatting and grammatical problems. Blame that one on the fact that it ...

The evening I wrote this poem it occured to me that I had not written a poem on this subject (broken hearted, angst-ridden, lonely etc) in some time. So I ...

Chapter 11 It was one thing to assure Jane everything would be alright, but it was another to add unless. “Unless…” Marcus said. “Unless what?” Jane asked curiously. “Come now ...

I wrote this i don't know how long ago, but I decided to repost it, because i might actually try to turn this into something.. I realize it doesn't have ...

Can anyone even try? Can anyone even began to love like that? Can anyone even try, to begin to understand the reason why? The reason why we cry, we lie, ...

Oak Tree There was a giant oak tree, in a green grass field. It's branches tall, its leaves so green, and strong bark was it's shield. Squirrels darted here and ...

A galloping horse is like a soaring eagle, letting his hooves berely meet the ground. a stallion is like a lion, when his herad is in danger. a horse is ...

This is a poem I wrote a very long time ago, back in middle school; in fact I had trouble recognizing it because I don't write like this anymore, at ...