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Poetry | Updated Apr 25, 2012 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Rose Killson
Something i wrote after a girl in my school called my friend
By Skye Writer
This poem is about our future as a human race and earth's preservation. current affairs and natural beauty. You choose.
This story is about natures fight with destructive humans. It is a short story however I have continued on to right a longer version using this as an introduction.
I wrote this a few years ago...
It always seems to me that people pick the worst times to cast judgement and spread rumour.
It was when I was going through one of the hardest times in my young adult life that people were judging me...
This was my response...
What kind of impact are the decisions we make everyday having on us?
By Eileen Mcguinness
Faith is in short supply as the world descends in to chaos given the financial crisis and credit crunch.Turning to God with our absolute devotion is the only way forward.We have to rise above the parapet that man has set or demanded of us.Existing in an artificial society being chained by a...
By Eileen Mcguinness
To many of us THE WALL OF SILENCE is something where we believe there has been a cover up or that justice has not prevailed.Perhaps there are conspiracy theories which can prevent us from having any faith in the judgement of those who can pass out sentences on those who are responsible.The wall...
This is about not dwelling in the past.
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime
By Ocean Eyes
A little poem I wrote about my friend.
It was a sunny day at The Academy of Higher Learning. A slight breeze was blowing over my near dead body. I was lying down in a large clearing of a pine forest (located behind the academy); however the stench of my own blood overwhelmed the thick pine odor. The blood was flowing like a river...