“I wish every day could be Halloween. We could all wear masks all the time. Then we could walk around and get to know each other before we got to see what we looked like under the masks.”
- R.J. Palacio
When jerry lost his mind due to a love failure,he turns to be an antagonist.He along with his friend Charlie offers a secret revenge against Edward,who fell in love with Lima and murdered by a conspiracy in a night of Christmas
When I was young, my dad taught me something special and something that kind of stuck with me for the rest of my life. Although money can’t buy everything, having no money can’t buy you anything. If I had to put it out straight, I am rich. I have two…
Muni reached his home; he washed and ate to appease his hunger. He unpacked the statue and put it on a pedestal, burnt incense before it. He called the villagers to come and pay homage to Buddha and which they did with all their reverence. Sunlight poured in and the…
We all battle with society's expectations on appearance. We all think we have to look a certain way. But what we don't realize is that we just need to be ourselves! That is what truly makes all of us beautiful.
Vanity and Pride they are more opposite than they first appear.
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Gifted is a poem about the meaning of life. Many goals lead us down the wrong paths, only later do we realize the tolls that must be paid. Those of us who are lucky enough to learn from our mistakes may be gifted with the awareness of true value.
This was written on the eighth of january of 2011 and it was a typical high school essay assignment to write in one of the point of views of the people around Socrates before his death and i chose the one handing him the poison ... hope you guys like…
This poem was created while I was asking questions about life in my head. I know it sounds crazy, but I got so confused, one day, about some of the fabrications of life, so I decided to write a poem. And here it is...
i really just made this up as i went... have you ever done that? just closed your eyes and typed whatever came to your mind? you should try... it really is a peaceful experience... this is comparing life to a puzzle- and the ways to solve[live] it.
i just drove from brisbane to sydney to collect two of my paintings from the new south wales art gallery just behind the syd opera house,900kilometers away.i stopped into a small town on the way to rest,PORT MACQUARRIE because of my financial situation once again i had to sleep in…
I found this inspiration in English class, quite frankly. I felt the need to show my frustration at the simple-mindedness of school curriculum; as i have often fallen victim to the so-called 'incorrectness' of and answer or opinion.
This is, so you might figure, a sort of promise to stand…
War and peace
As the war starts peace ends ,
Lives lost at battles,
Army men in the trenches,
As they wait and wait ,
As time drags on ,
The bombs explode,
Shells are fired,
Gas is smelt,
Guns blazing fires starting,
Men waiting for the signal,