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Random First Lines:Agatha Dewsburyâ€™s name is no longer one to conjure with but for a time, in the late 1920s and 30s, the name was all over the papers, for... » Read
My definition of Dangerous
In the XXI century, â€œGodâ€ remains an unknown value to humans. Although â€œGodâ€ is the fundamental value in this world, as he is the Creator of all. A modern human cannot accept the idea of the existence of â€œGodâ€ due to lack of evidence that â€œGodâ€...
By Skeptic Windego
An essay my English teacher assigned to us over Christmas break, he subject being what the purpose of life is.
By Elias Brooklyn
Notes before I die... To read or to read not? Choice is yours!
This is a collection of essays that are themed around the seven deadly sins with a open minded definition at the end of each. They have no names with them, but I can assure you I've been working on them long enough to know that they are true in content. New essays will be added from time to...
Booksie broke for me for -awhile-. I couldn't post anything. :( Hopefully this gets through, I've been wanting to get this started up again.
Just a poem.
By Wheels Warrior
A personal philosophy.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 6, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is my meaning of the controversial definition. This will give you a glance into my creativity, and how I view the world in artist's 'way of seeing.' I appreciatie anyone who reads this. Please feel free to comment and correct me.
This is pretty much what a poem is to me. Or what a poem might mean.
Poetry | Updated May 23, 2012 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 4
A short poem expressing what you go through when angry.
I wanted to define imagination my way; I wanted others to view this word the way artists possibly view the word. Is this the way the Webster's Dictionary defines the word. No, but my definition would fit as an interpretation. This piece is imagination at work; it was magical for me to write. ...
By Fire Child
Definition of success.
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 7 | Likes: 5
A friend of mine asked me to define love, or rather, what love was to me. What I thought was going to be a simple answer turned out to be far more complex. Enjoy.
Poetry | Updated Aug 7, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Black Tears And Flower Petal Rain
This is a poem I wrote to describe myself.
By Epoch Coda
I call this poetry. I have red hair. Enjoy.