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Hidden Treasures of Swat
Author: Dildar KHAN
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A monologue from the narrator as they talk to themselves about time and about them being numb to time, they can't feel time.
By Jayant R
I still donâ€™t understand what he got by sacrificing himself and his family. The war is inevitable. They will rise again; again someone will sacrifice himself and his family. And again we will honor him by our cold hearted love. Will this â€œParamveer Chakraâ€ give protection to...
I have written the unwritten story of Jesus Christ. I have allowed the world to see how thoughts and feelings create reality. I have shared how Jesus' story is the perfect and prime example of that perfect system of creation that all people have the power to use and perfect in their own lives.
By Midnight Cat Lonely Child
It takes a lot of pain to shape us.
i was accused off cheating on a exsam. i didn't intent to do it and i don't believe i did. but they say they have prof and this was how i reacted to it.
Call me a late bloomer.
Most kids go through this phase from 2-5
I'm 16 years old and I'm just now getting there.
By Aaron Shamoba
True meanings of love
Â». If you love her because of her
eyes,lips or body,
it is not "Love" it is "LUST"
Â». If it is because of her intelligence
or insight about life,
it is not "Love", its "ADMIRATION"
Â». If its because she cries every time
you try to leave her,
it is not "Love" it is...
By Jayant R
I love you. I was searching you in this whole world but, I was wrong. I was wrong because, you were always with me, with me, within my heart, on this Sea Shore.
Just a short writing about how my complex feelings. Hope at least someone reads it.
All day you fight, then cry your eyes out, on a foggy winter night.
You drench your soul, it feels catches the cold.
While you say to self,everything is alright,it is alright.
The monotononous life and everyday traps..beware ;)
Poetry | Updated Jan 4, 2015 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
I spread the dreams under your feet. Step Softly. As you are treading on my dreams.
How being a poet feels to me.
How could you trust/love...
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Sharing some deep feelings on love.
Just a way to share with that special someone in your life
that you love them.