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my man - Rohit SinghA Story by Shilpi. S. Deypeople say behind every successful man, there is a woman. that's not necessary always, my success is owed to my man. |
EndlesslyA Poem by RachaelSome days I want to talk endlessly,Just let the words roll of my tongue,At a ridiculously fast pace,And not let people have a word in edge ways.But ot.. |
When I Told HerA Story by Alfred KukitzDiscovering Impotency |
You Know Him Better Than You ThoughtA Book by SilentScreamingTearsHer mind screamed at her to shut off the dang alarm and get up. She had been laying in the warm bed for nearly ten minutes, wrapped in her plush comf.. |
You will Fall in Love with Me…A Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueBeware, you will fall in love with me, If you look at me like this, The risk is more if you talk to me in glee, And the sweet memorie.. |
DALYA IN ODENSE 74.A Poem by Terry CollettA COUPLE IN DENMARK IN 1974. |
Verb TenseA Poem by gabiaimeeThe English language is quite funny |
i wanna talkA Story by Ceasario Hadiwinotojust want to talk. |
Hello, and welcome to my life (or at least a slice..A Story by SolaDon't read if you dislike cursing or don't like to read about emotionally painful things. This is just me getting things off my chest, so I don't real.. |
FROM THE START.A Poem by Terry CollettON HEARING HALF A CONVERSATION |
The Wolves and The RavensA Chapter by LizardousI finished packing very quickcly since my sister was helping me. After we finished we started talking about our infancy together, it was kind of sad.. |
It's Good To TalkA Poem by M.A.RathoreTalk is the way to handle the adverse circumstances whatever it may be..... |
Nature's Intelligent PartnerA Poem by Robert RonnowThe wood is stacked for winter.One way out of the mind's limitationsis through other minds' contemplations.The books are stacked for winter.Yet even t.. |
Crows, bluejays and pigeonsA Poem by Robert RonnowCrows, bluejays and pigeonstalk this morning. Closest we cometo wilderness here. Autos screechand sirens scream. Only 7 a.m.My fat belly and possible .. |
No cows to look atA Poem by Robert RonnowNo cows to look atI hear the truck trafficEverything changes like cloudsThe page this poem is on burnsComing from the funeral with friendsTalking on t.. |
The ListenerA Poem by Robert RonnowNew York City is where people who aredisappearing go. It is very quiethere, silent. A man and womanmade love below me. I could hearthe bedsprings ring.. |
Words/DayA Poem by Robert RonnowYou'll soon lose interest in walkingand talking and wearing the capof a fool. You'll. Words: walk, talk, wear, cap, fool, you, soon, lose.Idea!: Fo.. |