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StoryThe Man, The Room, and The Girl RasiumLane08 years 7 months ago
StoryTo Love Is a Lesson RasiumLane09 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Reality of Love RasiumLane19 years 7 months ago
StoryPain and Love RasiumLane09 years 7 months ago
StoryHypocrisy RasiumLane09 years 7 months ago
CollectionPoetry RasiumLane09 years 7 months ago
CollectionThe Desires of the Heart RasiumLane09 years 11 months ago
StorySouls in Search RasiumLane09 years 11 months ago
StorySome Thoughts RasiumLane09 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Hallway RasiumLane010 years 2 months ago
StoryPLUS QUE DES AMIS (AMOUR IMPROBABLE) RasiumLane010 years 2 months ago
StoryMorality--The Essential Mark RasiumLane211 years 6 months ago
StoryA Letter from My Heart RasiumLane211 years 8 months ago
Forum topicRE: The Saviour in the Night. RasiumLane011 years 8 months ago
CollectionTales of Heroism and of Villainy RasiumLane011 years 8 months ago
StoryWatery Fate RasiumLane011 years 10 months ago
StoryTwo poems about praise RasiumLane011 years 10 months ago
StoryLocal Color - Giants of our Town RasiumLane011 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Saviour in the Night. RasiumLane313 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Journey RasiumLane213 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Suicide RasiumLane613 years 9 months ago
StoryNothing Ever Happens Here (I.P.) Lem713 years 9 months ago

My stories

Two poems about praise

Man, whether he be in a state of upheaval or a circumstance of great joy and elation, must praise God for all the blessings that He has handed down upon him.

Local Color - Giants of our Town

Oh, the old festivities Created by Governor-generals-- Still are loved up to this day. Once they commence, Children all dress In their best clothes in whatever way. Bands all prepare

The Saviour in the Night.

He perches among the gargoyles, His brazen claws grasp the walls of stone. His eyes wander unto the city soils, As he stands solemn, and alone. The wind about him does no harm;

The Journey

I walk through the desert road Waiting for the blows of the world. And see where the path will lead Till my feet break down and bleed. The sun beyond sets ablaze The ground below my face.

Watery Fate

I clambered and threw myself out to our front porch and fixated my eyes on a disturbing and novel image of an ocean: awake, prepared, and rising higher than my eyes could follow.

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