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By Albert Grayson
If there is a drive in an individual to know the truth, it begins by the recognition of the importance of knowing that truth. Doubts and uncertainties can become a driving force in our quest for truth. This drive is focused through questions that the seeker formulates and then seeks to find the...
Even after so many years, I'm lost & struggling without my grandmother.
Life, a cycle on going and never ending.
A few thoughts I have had for awhile about life.. The purpose of life.. And if we really are finding Identity in the world today..
By Jennifer Brighton
Of Scars, Blood, and Shallow Graves. (a teaser continuance)
Random thoughts during late nights. About the fear of falling in love. Please, feel free to leave any feedback or comments :) Any would be appreciated and I would love to hear your thoughts on this piece :D Thanks for reading! :)
I was just contemplating what would happen when my journey is over
Poetry | Updated Jun 24, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By L J Jones
a short little confusion
Poetry | Updated Jun 23, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
What do you think?
Poetry | Updated Jun 5, 2013 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Mish Mash
This book is about questions that Christians and non-Christians asks.
Some Christians and non-Christians (I think) ask a bunch of questions that some people don't know the right answers to them.
The first question that they ask would be
What is it to be an normal teenager? Zach goes through the motions on the day, see things through his eyes.
By Daisy Ink
Iâ€™m starting this writing blog thatâ€™s basically about writing and like the things Iâ€™ve noticed while writing. Itâ€™s just suppose to be my thoughts on various writing techniques and at the same time things Iâ€™ve noticed to help me improve and such.
Wrote this ages ago. Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been really busy. This poem is/was about someone a while back. They're irrelevant now but I thought I'd post it anyway.
By Darcy Lynn
An outstretched arm reaching for someone who is no longer willing to turn around. The poem speaks for itself.