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This is my last essay/memoir under the category of My Old Professor. It basically concerns my struggle with his teachings. Up next is the category of existential considerations, considerations that have helped me survive a rather risky lifestyle.
20 years on from the tiananmen square massacres.
Poetry | Updated Jul 24, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Poem of a wonderous ship from the making of only dreams.
Personally I think it's a little cheesy but its cause i'm the author. It was done for a school poetry contest a few years back.
By Dec Jack
One of a two part poem.
Poetry | Updated Jul 22, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Every day on Earth is a gift. Don't waste it.
By Rainbow Rider
What I would like to be.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
What would you say if I said I could kill you in under thirty seconds flat?
What would you do if I said I was going to kill you?
My name is Evelyn Anderson, and I am a contract killer. It's my job to take out the targets of my boss, and I do it well...
That is... until I make the biggest...
Thoughts on human freedom.
Poetry | Updated Jul 10, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Another religious poem I wrote. Wow. Most of my poems are religious now. I hope you enjoy reading this poem, and feel free to comment! :) Take care, and God Bless everyone!! :)
Her life was finished and she was old. Nothing could bring her down because her life was complete, and then she took on a challenge, to help a young girl. A girl lost in her own world,and how slow time pasted for her. The old lady would tell her stories of her life and then one day the girl...
A 17 year old girl named Rain Harumi, who was borned on a rich,decent and well-knowned family on Kyoto,Japan. As she grow old, she already got bored on always living royalty like a princess,she is always not allowed to go out with some friends on public, Rain was already tired of being...
Novel | Updated Jun 28, 2009 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
The thought ignited and glared at me in the night...so I wrote it. Immortality is something so idealized, because we know our end will one day come--the torment is not knowing how or when we'll be ripped through that portal into our new home. What I do know is this: when a person ceases to...
this poem tells you of the drems of a person held against their will.
This is a sort of a melancholic poem about you guessed it, our society.
This is my view on emotions.
Poetry | Updated May 30, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 5