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Ace Of Black Hearts West Milton / United States, Male, 31
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  • (4/17/2015 4:39:00 AM)

    Fear is within us all. It is matter of what we do with it, and if we recognize it for what it really is.
    We must not bend nor faulter in the path we take for the sake of slight quiver/
    A chill up the spine in due time.
    Hesitation does leave signs.
    Some minute, some catastrophic, a lesson learned too late.
    How to best equate to expansive story you do tell and quite well.

    Thank you for you extremely discriptive thought provoking short story in a poetic prose.

  • POEM: Reflection Of Treasured Love by RoseAnn V. Shawiak (3/31/2015 9:50:00 AM)

    No amount fear can compare to that which is truly treasured.
    On top of the highest peak looking down not to see how far, but how much.
    As a landscape pours beneath your feet, it extravagance sucks you right in.
    You become part of that which is what you seek, and lose track of where you really are.
    Or how scary it might just be.
    Lost in a moment as life seems to forever stand still.
    All you know is what you feel, and are not worried about deciphering what might not be real.

    Another Great, Inspiring, Thought Provoking, Extravagent Poem.

  • POEM: Alone by Kelly Kurt (3/31/2015 9:29:00 AM)

    Perfection in the expression of being alone.
    With trickery of words we try to decieve ourself that we are not in one way or another.
    The loss of a mother, the loss of a brother, the loss of a lover.
    The how doesn't really matter, as much as learning to cope with it.
    Making the best of all situations.
    Ignoring the word futility on a daily basis.
    Not looking for companionship in all the wrong places.
    But general acceptance that it is part of the human condition.
    Not a disease that must cured in order to have the ability to love the world any more.

    Cheers to the inspiring, thought provoking poem.

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