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By Silver Wings
I wrote this about the emotions and feeling we have when we are living a happy life. It is full of pleasure, laughter and excitement...if only we could achieve this at all times!!
This article is designed to show that what newly born-again Christians may call their love for God in response to their salvation is actually appreciation for Him, not love for Him. Its design is clarify, not criticize.
Done for music appreciation class, eighth grade.
Essay | Updated Sep 21, 2009 | Reads: 777 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A poem describing the beauty of a nigerian girl, but it was just a wish or should i say dreams.
Poetry | Updated Aug 24, 2009 | Reads: 20 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
This is a conversation concerning Babba Ram Dassâ€™s concept Be Here Now and how we should continually apply this concept to our many life changes as we grow older.
This poem was written to honor my uncle Benny,who has been like a father to me.
Poetry | Updated Aug 4, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
a sense of stability can be seen and reached.
Poetry | Updated Jul 26, 2009 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
A poem about life and appreciation.
Poetry | Updated Mar 3, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
By Ryan M Akers
An exploration of personal reasons to be grateful and smile!
Along with place puzzle pieces of my life I can not forget or deny the one who has made the biggest difference. My mom.
This piece is for her. She adopted me and gave me the best she could. We've butted heads in the early year and now have become closer than ever. In my time of searching for...
Tomorrow is too late to realize what is special in life and to appreciate what it offers us.
A few basic things that I believe are needed in order to have a happy life.
By Cain Price
How to truly appreciate life..
This poem is dedicated to my 7th grade Language Arts teacher Mr.Muir. Who is by far the coolest Language Arts teacher I will ever have.
Thank you for teaching me that secrets can have their places on paper.
My journal is now old and tattered,
the pages falling out.
The binding ripped,