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Random First Lines:(ONLY READ THIS IF YOU HAVE READ MY SONG) This is the explanation of my song 'Miss Alice'. Be warned that it may contain things you may not like.... » Read
Dear Babe, I love you so.
This is the meaning of life, some will except it, and others will criticize it.
Miscellaneous | Updated Sep 1, 2014 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The Word of Faith Movement has infiltrated Christianity and it continues to spread like a cancer. Their teachings are unbiblical and have caused much harm and division since their inception. This article points out some of the heresies WOF teachers believe and promote in hopes that the actual...
By Sarah Al7aider
every thought i wanted to express and no one gave me the chance to, written on pages.
Book | Updated Aug 31, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
How I became sovereign.
The driver of a pickup truck gets in trouble with the law.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2014 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Most of what is written here is true. Roughly ninety-seven percent is factual regarding my life. However, I will not be using the real names of the people involved and a few events that will be described will not have actually taken place, but are in fact just thoughts and dreams played out, and...
Short Story | Updated Aug 30, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
In this poem, the author describes himself as a hummingbird.
Poetry | Updated Aug 30, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this to honor a friend of mine who was turning 80. She has led an amazing life, one worthy of immolating. I can only that when I am 80, I will have inspired even one person the way she has inspired dozens.
Miscellaneous | Updated Aug 29, 2014 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem I wrote about the beauty that is the act of living. Although life can get tough,and it seems that all of the outcomes and happenings of life are bleak, this poem is my attempt at improving anyone's view on life. Read it on a rainy day, a day of sadness, or even when you are at...
By Maryam Ahmed
The joy of meeting love by chance
This poem explains why my favorite T-shirt is a grey one.
Poetry | Updated Aug 27, 2014 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0