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By Earl Chambers
When life is considered from an eternal perspective, all of the insignificant worries of life melt away.
Why am I here?
What's my purpose?
"Others too young, unaware of the truth:
Blissfully ignorant-- that is the youth."
We've to write a speech on Animal Testing for school and, though I've a lot to say on the topic, I can't quite seem to get my thoughts down. Changing tactics, I turned to my good ol' friend Poetry and came up with...
By Annarose 86
Heaven smallest angel discovers part of her purpose
Short Story | Updated Dec 10, 2014 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Katie Tripp
Powers of the rich and the poor
By Janae Charmant
A person that has a very special trait is doing their best to experience and understand life. Questions mortality, provokes thoughts on existence and humanity.
What does it mean to live? To really live?
Short Story | Updated Sep 20, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mother Earth
This poem is about reflection and revision.
An uplifting poem about real love and not something from a chick flick!
It's saying what's my purpose in life?cause all I see in myself in a person that doesn't even belong here and then goes back into my past
Poetry | Updated Jul 5, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
War in the heads.
Bon Voyage is about each one of us. It is about our journey in life. We know not the future and yet we need to be determined in the present and stay convinced about our purpose in life through all odds and uncertainties.
A simple man's life. Is it circumstance that effects the outcome or is it his own fault?
Poetry | Updated May 7, 2014 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
our purposes which are constantly contemplated
Short Story | Updated May 1, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Seiiki Akuma
There was cold. Darkness seeped in from everywhere. A softness surrounded my body. I was suspended somehow. The flesh upon my swaying limbs moved slowly through the softness which gently tickled every inch of my being. My feet felt no bottom to the space that holds me. I began to think as a...