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Butterflies and windchimes...

~*a writer's inspiration...

A Footprint in the Snow

Small footprints in the snow, where do they go? Show me now where they go follow the path, that crosses the fields goes up the hill and down the dale...

The addict

Anything can become an addiction.

The Man At The Party.

In defence of the toddler.

Becoming invisible

this is a rant

Z)Twentieth Century

There was nothing wrong with the century The weather can't be blamed It was all the folks who lived there Should be bloody well ashamed

Faces

I wish I could

Angel

He'd call me an angel; tell me that my heart is pure. And I believed him. On the Felouka ride in the chilly dark night, he threw me a flower he'd...

Cracker Salad

quick dish for the 4th of July

Nenad

until its too late,you don't know what you have.or rather what you had. memories,the bitter sweet...and the ones you wish to forget...turn out to be...

No Comment

NO COMMENT. sneak Don't comment on this poem. It would only cause me pain. All I ever wanted - was a cherry by my name. A feeling of belonging...

Raspberry Jam

Whoops

HOUSEPLANT

The uncanny relationship between an old woman and her plant.

It's never enough

An unsatisfied view of life

Iceberg

The girl on the Train who ever elludes me

End

It's the end

I a man

was fun

Witch

I'm not evil, stop calling me that. I don't worship the devil, it doesn't exist. I don't make sacrifices, that's just wrong. No, I'm not like you...I...

Prison/Prep

ok so i am known for over reacting but it my opinion

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