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WE ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Everybody has a path that they have been selected to follow, it is a question of whether we choose to give in to our destiny or to fight it.
By Derwin Gonzalez
an eyeopening theory physicists are discussing on the nature of life.
A great uncle of mine died on the Western Front from battle wounds received at Arras and during WW2 another great uncle remarked on the poppies again at Arras.The spirits of our dead kin have come up to greet us he said.
This is kind of a story that rhymes... and not exactly poetry.
By Doug Wilson
This is a short story where an elderly man points out to a young boy the importance of developing a plan in life. The elderly man speaks from experience, that those that don't have a plan in life could end up going nowhere.
Not really sure what genre this is
or what type
Just my musings during a conversation with my little sister about what our children are going to be called
we are both fighting over the name James at present
If we were boys this is what we were going to be called
I hope you enjoy reading...
friendship is good thing
and in our life god given three gift
first one is mother
second one is father and
third one is friendship
Environment means the surroundings. Land, water, air, plants, animals, solid wastes and other things that are surrounding us constitute our environment. Man and environment are closely intertwined with each other, to maintain a balance or equilibrium in nature.
Different groups of people...
There was a King who had 1 Eye and 1 leg..
He asked all the painters to draw a beautiful portrait of him. But none of them could -- how could they paint him beautifully with the defects in one eye and one leg.
Eventually one of them agreed and drew a classic picture of the King.
It was a...
By Willow Brook
For my Auntie Doris R.I.P
By To Me
My brother and I were still blissfully ignorant of the shadows in life then. I was sixteen. He was eighteen. It was a happy time in our lives. He was finally getting out of the house, away from our parentsâ€™ broken marriage, going off to college. I had finally gotten my drivers license...
Morning 4.30am, how do I feel? Lousy I think. What is my problem? I am pissed off. The problem is Sue. Michelle has made her, her pet project. Am I jealous? No! I donâ€™t think so. Sue is a lovely person and she needs help. She is a mess. She is scared of everything and everyone. Apparently...
By Jimmy Mitchell
A poem for my brother
Poetry | Updated Oct 13, 2013 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0