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Dear FriendA Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..A smile, just a smile Penetrates deep into my soul, And destroys the negativity in me, That always pulls my smile down A laugh, just a l.. |
self actualizationA Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..If knowledge is truly power, then words are the weapon I truly wish this is all that was stocked in the arsenal of our governments. If the mighty ha.. |
The only identity we possessA Chapter by NishubhartiAn eye opener |
The Candle FlameA Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..I am just a candle,This heart withering and burning like a wick.This skin surround like wax slowly meltingWith lack of choice but to contain the flame.. |
We Call It PoetryA Poem by RelicAn old one on the observation of poets. |
At Night We DreamA Poem by Jack CassidyExperiences that are interrelated... |
Helping OthersA Poem by Ripple of AquaWhat other people, or groups of people say, there is only what you stand for that counts in the end. |
No Worth (Film Version)A Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..Adapted version of 'No Worth' A performance poem about Mental Health. For the Film please visit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NanRFqnkoM |
Looking For You (Film Version)A Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..Performance Poetry Version |
As the Daisies Were GatheredA Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..As the Daisies Were GatheredThey came from far and wide,as the daisies were gathered.To queue and wait for childhood memoriesPlay grounds and parks.No.. |
To Play or Not to Play, That is the Question life.A Poem by Mark Anthony Games (Human..An adaption from an earlier work of mine entitled 'Life Responds' |
SilenceA Poem by QuietStormWritten after it was discovered that a young man in New Jersey was stripped and beaten while people video tapped it for a $20 debt his father owed and.. |
Let It Go!A Poem by QuietStorm"Not holding on to pain" |
M.I.A. DadA Poem by QuietStorm"Abandonment by a father" |
Competing With a CanA Poem by QuietStorm"Alcoholic Mother" |
poem: Good MedicineA Chapter by Marie Anzaloneyour home, my home, everyone's home |
A Grand GestureA Story by JLDA Grand Gesture Every evening Imelda Marx took a stroll to the park just down the road. It was a busy time of day. When the sun rose the nei.. |