author - "Juniper Lee"
This is a short poem about my feelings for a friend. I don't know what she goes through all the time, or how she can handle it. Yargh!! I hate having to write long blurbs for short poems.
Come! Read! Experience the pain, the agony, the sadness which overflow within this poem. No, I will not specify the story nor the situation. This is meant to be molded to your personal experience and your imagination. Enjoy...
What happens when a group of unsuspecting writers is pulled through a mirror and into a world of imagination? For the Famous For A Page Contest. Characters used: Cassidy.Shay, Writingmum (WEndy), Stormstar1 (Jazz), and me (Juniper Lee). The idea for this story was indeed random and all you can do is read and hope that eventually I will finish the story.
What is a riot like looking in from the outside? What is it like to be right in the middle of one? The deafening chanting, the screaming, the violence, the police, wouldn't you like to experience it just once? Well, come along and sing a song to yourself as you enjoy the uprising!
I asked my friend how she felt one day. She told me she didn't feel anything anymore. "Sometimes I wonder if I ever actually feel anything, or if my mind plays tricks on itself," were her words.
A poem about the power a writer holds in his/her hands. We can do whatever we want. What will you imagine? ???????????????????????????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Simply put: A truthful poem.
To a girl who's life has forced her to become a person who (at times) even she despises. This poem is about her 3 addictions. *If you don't get it, don't ask.*
A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...YAY!
Lost, not because of me, well, not completely. Lost because of you. Lost from worrying about losing you, my best friend, my little girl. What would I do without you?
This is a short poem about my feelings for a friend. I don't know what she goes through all the time, or how she can handle it. Yargh!! I hate having to write long blurbs for short poems.
Come! Read! Experience the pain, the agony, the sadness which overflow within this poem. No, I will not specify the story nor the situation. This is meant to be molded to your personal experience and your imagination. Enjoy...
What happens when a group of unsuspecting writers is pulled through a mirror and into a world of imagination? For the Famous For A Page Contest. Characters used: Cassidy.Shay, Writingmum (WEndy), Stormstar1 (Jazz), and me (Juniper Lee). The idea for this story was indeed random and all you can do is read and hope that eventually I will finish the story.
What is a riot like looking in from the outside? What is it like to be right in the middle of one? The deafening chanting, the screaming, the violence, the police, wouldn't you like to experience it just once? Well, come along and sing a song to yourself as you enjoy the uprising!
I asked my friend how she felt one day. She told me she didn't feel anything anymore. "Sometimes I wonder if I ever actually feel anything, or if my mind plays tricks on itself," were her words.
A poem about the power a writer holds in his/her hands. We can do whatever we want. What will you imagine? ???????????????????????????? !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Simply put: A truthful poem.
To a girl who's life has forced her to become a person who (at times) even she despises. This poem is about her 3 addictions. *If you don't get it, don't ask.*
A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...A poem...YAY!
Lost, not because of me, well, not completely. Lost because of you. Lost from worrying about losing you, my best friend, my little girl. What would I do without you?