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Loving you
Loving you is as easy as breathing. But sometimes being with you gets lonely, wanting to do things with you that just aren’t possible.
Amanda McGuirePublished 9 months ago in PoetsA Garden of Ash-Colored Roses
Sixty years ago Cupid's bow and arrow ensured that my parent's separate paths merged into one. They were a couple that most parents envied as they never argued or involved anyone in their business. I cannot recall them having any problems. I'm not implying that I had a perfect life, as every couple faces issues, but they chose to keep theirs private.
Elisa GreenPublished 9 months ago in ChaptersMidsummers Kiss
She dreams a life of simplicity White dress backless, hair voluptuous and pretty With her white boots with ruffles on the side
Karen GosalPublished 9 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Turn About is NOT Fair Play
There is one perfect moment when the sun rises over the sea. For a brief time, the chop catches the sunlight just right, and the waters sparkle like magic. It was one of those things, the small reminders that life was beautiful, no matter how dark it could get.
Violet StarlingPublished 9 months ago in Fiction Exploring "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini: A Comprehensive Review
Amir's Formative Years Amir, our protagonist, is an accomplished author living in the heart of San Francisco. The narrative unfolds through his recollections of growing up in the bustling streets of Kabul during the 1970s. Amir's closest companion during this period is Hassan, an altruistic and devoted aide to his family. Their friendship thrives amid the backdrop of kite battles, an annual contest where boys engage in skyward duels to cut each other's kites loose. Amir's desire to win these battles is driven by his longing for his father's approval and affection. However, a haunting incident during one of these competitions haunts Amir, forever altering the course of his life.
shva phaneendraPublished 9 months ago in BookClubBasking Oranges
There once was a pen That would light up a stem It fell from a sky filled with oranges It beat the damned
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 9 months ago in Poetshome
my tears have formed a river i can cross to find a place i call home but i am a girl with a teddy bear on the street
A Banker's Eye
Today is the day. My driver turned the car onto Park Ave. "Five minutes, Mr. Magosaki." Storefronts displaying the latest fashions blurred by as I stared out the window. Eyeless bodies herded past the high dollar lure of gems and clothes. A dozen patrons waited in line for coffee and bagels from a food cart. In a few hours, it would be for hotdogs. Are these real humans or just robotics set in motion like twenty-first-century mannequins? A NYPD officer paced the walk scanning for anyone who would dare to draw notice.
J. S. WadePublished 9 months ago in Fiction