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MY DEEDS

A Poem by 914

My deeds were dirty my habits were badI was young and reckless and couldn't carelessTo all the people I loved and the ones I had to faceI ask for forg..

Raven

A Poem by 914

The Raven is a bird of the scavenger kind ,black and mystique the raven is to me. Flying high and above that no one ever notices as he searches for co..

Mountain Men

A Poem by 914

In the mountains lies a remote cabin made from the trees that cover this land and no ordinary people live this way anymore, all but a handful to this ..

TABLE ROCK

A Story by 914

Its an early Easter Sunday morning and its sprinkling as usual and I didn't sleep a wink last night and I thought since I'm up ill just take a drive u..

My old friend skip

A Poem by 914

My old friend of 14 years never gave me a problem, not one bit he always came to me when I called for him that was just him my dog Skip. He was only t..

Mercy

A Poem by 914

Life's full of atrocities its as though human life doesn't matter as it is so easily taken away. HAVE MERCY ON US AS WE BEGIN TO PRAY. Families ,frien..

REFLECTION

A Poem by 914

I stand peering in at a glimpse of a man of whom I used to be,to a reflection caught in the mirror thats right before me. The years of fighting battle..

SKULL & BONES

A Poem by 914

I’ve navigated through rough waters of wide oceans and seas. I’ve battled many ships while taking the lives of their captains and crews i..