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Random First Lines:This is my Remembrance Day Essay. From my google Drive for school » Read
So I had met this guy and I really liked him from the moment I saw him, but then we became friends, and even best friends. But I couldn't take him off my mind, so one day I wrote this poem for him, and we decided we better keep it as a friendship for now.
Be brave to live boldly pursue the things you want and be the one you want to be brave.
Article | Updated Oct 4, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Pearl Quearl
The Door is a poem about future and opportunity.
This is for all looking for opportunities to arise, or missing those opportunities or not getting the opportunity at all. Theme opportunities is amazing the thin line between failure or success
Read this if you have or are going to let a chance at happiness pass by. We have all been there, but you have to be strong in order to succeed.
A new topic out of Box just reflect in this essay for every mind. Hope you take part in this priceless note. :)
Essay | Updated Jul 13, 2013 | Reads: 62 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Never stray from the wisdom of the Little Gypsy Child.
By Liva Nagle
Use the situatuation, see the best in everything, make the most of it all.
Sylvia is waiting for her day of opportunity to come; will it be today?
Her eyes burned and her skin missed the cool breeze. Walking in the ponds ,which were few in number because of the hot and dry climate, she looked forward the wind to come and bring the news for all. They live in a village isolated by the will of nature. No one has entered or has come out of...
First of allâ€¦.
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I had just started public school and was in a hurt rage because my parents didn't care that the decision they made broke something inside me that can't be fixed. I'm ok-ish now, sorta, but I found this and thought I'd share.
Don't give up what is most precious...
We had a little competition in class in a few years ago in which we had 5 minutes to write a poem about a specific topic. Our group had "success and what it means to you".
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0