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Ghost House of My OwnA Poem by Patricia GayleThis poem was inspired by Robert Frost's poem "Ghost House". Robert Frost is by far my favorite poet. |
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Family and HomeA Chapter by AJVJazex finishes his and gets to go home and relax. How will it turn out for Jazex after such a night? |
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DreamingA Chapter by AJVJazex sleeps, but not too well. Someone or something is disturbing his sleep. What could it be? |
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The PartyA Chapter by AJVJazex, Victor, and Kit are invited to Wendy's party. Now that something good happens for once, will Jazex enjoy it? |
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Wason's ConvertionA Chapter by AJVWason finally gets his chance to fight Jazex. Who will win in this fight? |
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Jazex's NoteA Chapter by AJVKit is taken to and wakes up in the hospital the next day after the fight. Jazex leaves then her a message. What are his last words before he leaves .. |
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The Adventure BeginsA Chapter by AJVJazex makes his way to get into R.E.M's navy ship spending how ever long it will take to get to the new world as Wason becomes stingy to his comrades... |
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The JokerA Chapter by AJVMorning comes and Jazex is ready to stop R.E.M. from what they are planning to do. Will they listen to Jazex or take him down? |
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Where I belongA Poem by O Bubbly_snowflake *walking along the beach at nightripples of water glistening in moon lightWaves rush and crash in the sandas the wind weaves across the landsparkling s.. |
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Demons for DinnerA Poem by Zeitgeist ManifestoLessons learned |
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Entities of a Place Called HomeA Story by Java BumHome. What else do you call the place you come back to every night? A place. Simplistic as it may sound, as cliché as it ma.. |
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Barbie B*****sA Poem by JenLynVERSE 1: I’m not a blond haired barbie doll, Plastic isn’t my style. I’m a raw b***h to The core, if.. |
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The Shore AwaitsA Poem by JenLynCotton candy skies crystal blue sea. The wind blows my sails as the sandy shore summons me. Yet, I'm not ready to leave. .. |
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Late Night ParanoiaA Poem by A.LeeI sit in the middle of the bed Not too close to either edge My legs folded beneath me My hands fiddling with a pen Its just past t.. |
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MOTHERA Poem by Prateeksha Khota poem dedicated to all the mothers in the world |
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RealizationA Chapter by MiMiWhat happens when all you've loved and known disappears? |
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When I Think of HomeA Poem by Petals & PearlsWhen I think of 'home' I think of cherry piesWhen I think of 'home' I think of mulberry treesWhen I think of 'home' I think of butterfliesWhen I think.. |
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Almost HomeA Poem by AriesWe're miles away, though at times I can honestly forget. Love spans great distances, and can make the journey that much easier. |
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