hearts that bleed - or - does anyone care?

By c.d.lee on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

a sadness grips my heart tight fisted, locked in my eyes a fear deep and twisted, never before have i felt so unwhole, not the spark of a smile can i muster or cojole,
Miscellaneous
Poem
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The general election.

By individuality_as_unity on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

The general election fast approach, reelin lies, The political jellyfish elite, pretend to have spines, For a short period, no vague indifference, the illusion of ties
Other Non-fiction
Poem
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Monday Sonnet: On clothes

By john_silver on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

Written when a friend commissioned a poem on clothes. Enjoy!
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U
Cherry

City of Secrets Chapter 4

By misha on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

The next chapter of City of Secrets. The plot thickens and my need for comments grows.
Children's
Story
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EXILE

By Zemikael Habte -Mariam on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

EXILE Do we have to leave? Is it physical or mental? Mental separation From our roots Forced or self-imposed Shut ourselves from loved ones Families and friends Neighbours or communities
Miscellaneous
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BEYOND THE GRAVE (2)

By Zemikael Habte -Mariam on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

BEYOND THE GRAVE (2) Nice to meet you, he said Had no chance to talk to you Before I died Now that we are out of sight We can listen to what People say about us
Miscellaneous
Poem
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Conversations Beyond The Grave ( 1 )

By Zemikael Habte -Mariam on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

BEYOND THE GRAVE ( 1 ) There was a terrible car crash A crowd gathered Tried to save the people inside But failed The driver and an official At the back had died The pocket of the official
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate U

The Old Family Farm (2nd version)

By Richard L. Provencher on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

This home of fallen timbers
Miscellaneous
Poem
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Lost

By pmasterkim on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

I just needed to get a few things off my chest.
Autobiography
Biography
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An Ode to Courtney Silverman

By seannelson on Mon, 19 Apr 2010

She's my Mona Lisa not dark and ageless but flesh and love, trying on dresses, speaking to me gentle like a dove singing happily in the morning while I make the coffee
Love
Poem
Certificate U

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