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By Amanda Maloney
A wandering soul dreams of coming face to face with her own remarkable self in the mirror. She realizes how afraid she has become to really live her life, and how she has forgotten who she is. We can only remember by seeing our own reflections.
Jonah gives us a good example of what to do when we have made a mess of our lives. This articles examines that advice.
By Christian Taylor
A poem about the feelings of being left behind by people that you were once friends with.
So, this is based on a girl, I wont say who, and if any who know me were to guess, they'd probably be wrong. We weren't together, although we felt a strong love, we were VERY close.
Almost all of my poems are about my life, in one way or another. This one is to remind me, that all the things that happened in my life, good or bad, has made me the man I am today. I'd be sure not to forget that. Never regret your life, those things happened for a reason, treasure them.
All her life, Kim's been listening to her dad's war stories. Listening about the horror, about the things that could never stain the insides of a history book. She learns there is never a winning side at the end of a war, no matter how fiercely in combat they all fight, at home and away.
This is supposed to be inspirational. I wrote it because of some really negative things I heard people talking about themselves. I hope you remember that you are loved, no matter what!
Miscellaneous | Updated Apr 29, 2014 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 2
A love poem.
Allan Brannon just woke up in a hospital after a stroke. As he lives in the hospital for a couple of weeks until he is dismissed to leave, he begins to think about his life and his daughter, Abigail. He thinks of both the happy and sad moments and so does Abigail. Soon, both of them discover...
By Pedro Starr
I discovered last weekend that friend of mine had passed away. This is for her
A poem I wrote because I wanted to write.
"2,142 roses. And they're all my favorite."
The power of a rose is overwhelming.
He was just keeping his head down, getting through life quietly when his life... changes.
Short Story | Updated Dec 17, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
How time changes things, and how it doesn't.
A metaphoric description and definition of both life and death as it relates to our beginning of life on earth and the end of life when we pass away.