The Rainbow

By apeljo on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

I followed a rainbow the other day, And it’s ending left me with nothing to say I was merely doing what I was told, I was searching for a pot of gold
Love
Poem
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Nine Eleven

By apeljo on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Dear God in Heaven, oh precious One, Hear the Prayers of an American son A tragedy has struck, and sent many Your way, Oh Lord, please see they have a pleasant stay
Spiritual
Poem
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Cherry

Whispersin

By jennifer on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Whispersin (11th June, 2010) This is the voice that you cannot hear if you’re listening to God, isn’t that right, My dear? These are the thoughts that good girls don’t have,
Horror
Poem
Certificate 15
Cherry

What Lies Beyond

By hadley on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Distance grows like the space between times When we learnt how to hold onto those moments That can so easily slip by, and be lost forever. Silence grows around us and fills those spaces
Miscellaneous
Poem
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To bring you down

By Anonyme on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

It’s a feeling likened to the crushing anxiety experienced only when a child is born Or when a mother is fallen, That child is left to fend alone. Greater depth, I have not known
Western
Other
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All that's left is dust

By Anonyme on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

A little sobering poem
Western
Poem
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Conversation between Nadir,Zenith & Me

By Zemikael Habte -Mariam on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Why are you Dressed In black Nadir? Am your worst Nightmare Am here to take You down Bring back Your dark thought Bout of Depression You will beg me To leave You alone Don't worry
Autobiography
Poem
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Conversation

By Areo on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Why do christians, and most other religions believe there are angels, and a God? Why do they deny the same if someone tells he is one?
Spiritual
Story
Certificate 15
Cherry

Strawberry Girl and the Beast

By glennvn on Fri, 11 Jun 2010

Every morning I go to the café and sit in the luxurious sofa chairs outside near the busy street, under small black pipes that blow a fine mist of Saigon tap water, gently into my coffee.
Journal
Story
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