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How do you do you see dreams? Hidden meaning in some of it?
Article | Updated Oct 3, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
(New and Improved!)Love is something that comes once in a lifetime for Marie. She thought she found it, but her world is suddenly spiraling downward when he leaves her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she sees him again after three years, but he's not the same...
By Jenalie Stanson
Article | Updated Sep 8, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 8
Wrote this about how I feel as though I've lost my childhood and wasted my life and how I've run out of time. In this I try to pass the wisdom onto someone else by setting the example of my past mistakes and all the chances I missed out on.
Enjoy and please comment.
Poem abaout how the motivations and actions of narcissism and self-absorption destroy relationships but also how such experiences can lead to growth
This is a conversation concerning Babba Ram Dassâ€™s concept Be Here Now and how we should continually apply this concept to our many life changes as we grow older.
This was created from the poem by joseffthered:
The way of the sage is the path of seeking, asking, and knocking. This path gains an understanding that alienates the few from the many. The answers burst the bubble of fantasy that is lived... making it lonely. Sometimes to know... is not necessary.
(Only 3 Short Chapters) Continue on a journey where two paths meet until one learns what it's like to stand alone.
In which the Pure One talks about popularity... Being popular himself, he tries to be modest and tell his visions through the eyes of someone who is not.
The Pure One does basically the same thing he did before, except it's dreams instead of time and intelligence...
The Pure One describes intelligence in his own words.
Yes, well part of what I believe in. Its not all there but I think you get the gist of it. I hope so anyway...
A poem describing the hopelessness of failure.