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By Faith Christenson
People are unaware of the lies that easily deceive.
Poetry | Updated Dec 9, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Amy Shunker
Poetry | Updated Nov 24, 2014 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
The other day my sister and I finally hugged one another when it was time for her to leave, we usually never do this, I don't know why. We normally just would nod to each other and say our goodbyes, so I wrote this poem expressing my emotions of what I felt.
Religion set a tunnel vision set of mind when a person is not willing to learn of other religions and paths of spirituality.
By Mother Earth
This poem is about reflection and revision.
By Arturon Gillespie
Total empathy means experiencing the emotions and feelings of others. Audio+text
By Chief William
A short account of a dream I had. Events are exaggerated and parts completely false, but that doesn't matter with respect to the point.
By Nikita Rader
Fame is like an irresistible cake. It's like a relishing your salivary glands with palatable juices but then all the sudden the hint of the taste degrades and so you crave more of it. You crave more cake, or fame in essence is the theme of this poem.
Poetry | Updated Mar 8, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A short article I was inspired to write during my travels through Asia.
Dedication to Criss Sole. A fantasy poem. Hope you like it.
This is a true storyâ€¦ the events & characters all crossed paths, interacted, separated, and found each other again.
Something that started in one direction and ended in another. About a boy the first gift for a girl.
Pondering the magic behind my writing...
Poetry | Updated Sep 10, 2013 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Gabriel Woodworth
Ever wonder what happens to someone after they survive a suicide attempt? How are they able to function afterward.
Novel | Updated Jul 23, 2013 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This one is a spoken word poem. Sort of. While it was for school, I had mainly written it directed toward someone who had once been a good friend of mine. I actually ended up reading this in my class and it apparently gave some people chills, or whatever. I don't know. People are weird. Here it is.