InvisibleTears

My Stories

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  • 3/15 Journal
    100 words, 2 comments, April 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Adult, Crime, Other
  • 9/28 Journal
    "Money Makes The Man" "The Love Of Money is the root of all evil".
    These two sayings are both proverbs, or brief, memorable sayings that focus on a single topic. Which prove
    100 words, 2 comments, March 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Other
  • 9/21 Journal
    A pilgrimage is described as a journey to a shrine or holy place. Where would you visit and why? Who would you take and why? Describe the experience.
    I would go to either go
    100 words, March 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Other
  • 9/14 Journal
    Saturday was the third anniversary of the Sept. 11th attacks. Did the day affect you in anyway? Why or why not? Should there be more of a national focus on this event? If yes,
    200 words, 1 comment, March 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Other

My Poetry

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  • A New Beginning
    The past eighteen years have flew by so fast, And there is still room to grow.
    <100 words, May 10, 2008. In Hope, Life, Other
  • Feel You Loving Me.
    Our eyes met for the very first time, / And the beauty started to unfold. / Those brown eyes, which glisten in starlight, / Make my heart s
    <100 words, 2 comments, June 19, 2007. In Love, Other
  • Her Burning Ego.
    This velvet dress burns like trees, / And the lace is torn apart. / Her dress was once beautfiul, so vibrant. / But her ego made it drift a
    <100 words, 1 comment, May 25, 2007. In Sad, Weird, Life, Other

My other items

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  • A New Beginning at allpoetry
    The past eighteen years have flew by so fast, And there is still room to grow.
  • [ Our eyes met for the very first time, ] at allpoetry
    Our eyes met for the very first time, / And the beauty started to unfold. / Those brown eyes, which glisten in starlight, / Make my heart skip a beat. / Beauty flourished even more, / When your lips pressed aga
  • Her Burning Ego. at allpoetry
    This velvet dress burns like trees, / And the lace is torn apart. / Her dress was once beautfiul, so vibrant. / But her ego made it drift away. / The pearls around her neck, / Keep their shape and beauty. / A

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