Postings with tag: hopeful
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Hello, this is the perspective of Elliot Spero, a perturbed, yet exceedingly intellectual human. He thrives for the greatness of the world, wanting to accentuate the love and positivity, but is constantly burdened with his sorrowful past. Spero displays the difficulties Elliot has/will encounter throughout his existence.
A poetry compilation of hope, love, fear, heartache, madness, beginnings, endings, and understanding. Listed titles in order: Beginnings Madness Raspberries and Guns Toy Soldier Heartache Flightless Bird Single White Rose She Who Lies in the Mirror The Woman in Red
January 13, 2014
My online diary, fun. But I will be replacing everyones names (even my own) with different names with the same starting letter. Hope you enjoy or not, I don't really care. Bye.
This is more of a blog than anything else. I only submitted it as an article because hardly anyone reads 'miscellaneous' and I think this comes pretty close to being an article... or column... I don't know. But please, read on!
Imagine losing everyone you loved in one night. Imagine watching them killed right before your very own eyes. Imagine it was all your fault. Amber Volga doesn’t have to imagine. To her, this is real life. This really did happen and now she is suffering through the consequences. Follow along…
I've never been in love. Not that I can think of anyways. I want to know what it's like to feel loved and when I find it maybe I will have found that love was there for me all along.
This is one of those poems I write in two pieces... The beginning was written in despair, the end was written in some sort of odd amalgam of despair and hope. This is inspired by the unnamed face I seem to encounter daily. Well, here goes. (: I hope to…
It seems like I've lost all feelings and I'm just going through the motions of everyday life... smiling and looking through glassy eyes. *Hope you like it! Comment! Tell me what you think!
My real name is Nanette Tron and I am a mother of an eleven yer old boy, I would like to wish everyone a Happy Fourth of July, of love peace and happiness. The poem A Cool Drink of Freedom is about the American Dream and why I am proud…
I will attempt to explain to you, and convince you of the necessity of hate, despair; evil in general. Hopefully you will be able to see that to love, or have hope is always the wiser choice in any situation. Without evil, or an idea of all that is evil,…
Stallion never expects anyone to stop and give him anything, even though on the days before someone usually does. He turns to Darla to make sure that she is alright. He realizes that he is rather frightening in appearance, with his skeleton like build and his long spider like legs…
A beautiful, rich girl was shopping with her dad and mum and she got lost.She started writing her diaries. A kind big woman saw her in the streets and took care of her like her daughter. But Surprisingly, Her mother came for her in the dreams by three wishes !!
I just came up with it one day... a story was forming in my head, but it turned out as a poem. I prefer calling it a ballad though. Its one of my favourite pieces among what i've written :)
I tried to keep this piece short, but couldn't because I had so much to say. It's about my experience with an old dying dog, hopefully who must have passed away in a peaceful manner. There surely must be a heaven for all dogs to got to when they transit…