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Just as armor will protect warriors in a battle against opposing forces, God's armor will protect us against the Foe and Enemy who strives tenaciously to defeat all of us in the battle of life.
Just releasing my heart song. Freedom to the Dioulasso.
Poetry | Updated Sep 5, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Zombie Temple
Poetry | Updated Jan 1, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Short Story | Updated Feb 2, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this a few years ago...
It always seems to me that people pick the worst times to cast judgement and spread rumour.
It was when I was going through one of the hardest times in my young adult life that people were judging me...
This was my response...
LONGING FOR A SHOULDER TO DRY SOME TEARS
(BY:Bern Cielo -MV Georich/ 1985)
Poetry | Updated Sep 9, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
He didn't know what happened to him.
Are you truly you ?
Do you actually know ?
Sometimes you have to look for the good in a bad situation or time there is always one if try hard enough.
Poetry | Updated Mar 12, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
pictures for A Shoulder To Cry On
Sometimes when you tell someone the truth they truly don't want to hear it, and you need to respect that. I know this isn't the best poem but hopfuly someone will still leave a comment.
There are better colors when there is no frost.
Eleanor Holstarlor is an opera singer/primary school teacher recently out of college. Her life is fairly normal; chatty friends, loving boyfriendand the typically annoying family. The only glitch being her boyfriend, Terry, is a member of one of the most notorious criminal gangs in the world....
A bit of an odd one, but it's for everyone out there who has needed a shoulder to cry on. And yes, the title is from Cheryl Cole's album 3 words. OK, I love it and I love her - that isn't the point. Point is ... oh you know the point!
~ Jay ~
PS sorry for rambling!
Poetry | Updated Jun 13, 2010 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
"Hey, Iâ€™m Evelyn Valentine, Iâ€™m 19 years old, and Iâ€™m going to tell you what happened to me when I was 17.
Well it is actually, so letâ€™s start.
Here goes nothing."
Evelyn Valentine Is Having A Night Out With Her 'Friends'. As Usual Mary And Gabriella...