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  • Welcome Mat Re: In a world far, far away...

    Everything in my life has become a story. Fact or fiction. This is all that's left. YO! my name's Rose, and I'm from a land down under! Australia. I like ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • Welcome Mat Re: mayday parada

    AND WE BOOOTTHH GOO, DOWN TOGETHER WE'D STAY THERE FOREVER JUST TRY TO GET UP! AND IM SORRY THIS WASN'T EASY WHEN I ASKED YOU BELIEVE ME AND NEVER LET ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: A lighter Air.

    But what’s the point if you don’t have a pretty face? You changed your story around for me, and here I stand, ahead of your two green feet, yellow shoelaces, ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • Other Re: Chocolate and Cigarettes

    I relate I understand and I really enjoyed this. The apathy tied in with the desire to want to get something out, anything, anything good. "I rather think that it ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • Other Poetry Re: Beyond the Stache

    I really like this one! Love the imagination! Good on ya for stretching out the box a little and talking about giraffes going for jogs I'm not too big on ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • General Fiction Novels Re: Through My Eyes -Part2

    Hey! Well, first off I really like this line. "My sisters had always complained that appa never so much as spared a glance at them, while I was treated like ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Through My Eyes -1

    Hey Lavabubblingout! I just read your piece. I like the idea for it, the settings, and how chapter one is through Priya's eyes, so I'm assuming some chapters will be ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • Narrative Poetry Re: My tea cup and I.

    Hey thanks everyone! I know about my capitalising and punctuation. I do it deliberately as I write. I guess I could polish. And I definitely agree with you guys. I ...

    Jan 8, 2009
  • Narrative Poetry Re: My tea cup and I.

    when I go to the movies and drink out of my tea cup the old men they look at me and wonder when they'll have me but i say i ...

    Jan 7, 2009


Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko