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So here's one of my new photos.Hope you like it. Great one, i love the way each color supplements the other. Nice work. :)

The flow is a bit off, other than that though, it's great.

Valentines Day. It's just another Monday. Or is it? Is it ACTUALLY a symbolic day, that showcases the love , that individuals have for each other, or is it just ...

Thanks! :)

This was more of an essay rather than a short story. wrote it for school, was kind of hoping for some opinions. I'm considering lengthening the piece and adding a ...

Forget about the darkness And forget about stars If you were really focused You would see the world is really falling apart (The thing about this line that i don't ...

A still , small voice came to me on a cold winter ' s eve. Whether or not I imagined it, still remains to be seen. With an angel ' ...

I'm tired of the same old days The same old rough and rainy days No, I'm not getting any younger I need a new place for me wonder (This doesn't ...

The weather forecast for today, is Happy, with lots of love. I volunteered at a Funfair recently. It was a Carnival, to raise funds, for special needs kids. The unpredictable ...

FeedBack, Please! :) “Change the poem, change the line, change the meaning, change the rhyme, change the outcome change the plan, change the mood, change the man.” The above clearly ...

Her broad clear brow in sunlight glow, On burnish hooves her white-horse trod From underneath her scarf flow Flew, maybe? Her coal-black curls on as she rode. A bow-shot her ...

Is it possible to be yourself Dress and live like no one else Or must all human beings have shiny hair What about the ones that don't give a care ...

Scribbles. We are all merely scribbles amongst black and inky towers on a blank canvas. How would there be black and inky towers, on a BLANK canvas? We are fragments ...

suggestions, to be precise? :)

Feedback, Please! :) Flowers withered; weeds grow, Windows bare, the insides show. Blessings have turned to omens; the doves replaced by a crow A haunting silence hangs, where laughter once ...