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More Questions Than AnswersA Poem by JenLynDoes a rose not feel pain when you prick your finger on its thorn? Do angels argue and cry through a thunderstorm? Does the sun not s.. |
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Abrupt EndingA Story by mcg03002Short Story |
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Here Today, Gone TomorrowA Poem by Adam M. SnowJust like a rose that blooms yet withers away; we are here to live but not here to stay. We need to learn to love, forget how to hate; and free oursel.. |
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A Soldier's PrayerA Poem by Adam M. SnowThis poem is written for our soldiers over seas. May God be with them all. |
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SanctuaryA Poem by Christina May ShanabergI love the place where I go, sometimes, even if it is only in my mind! |
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The Dog and her BoyA Book by littletoes101A young boy finds an abandoned pit bull and names her Amai Heiwa, the Japanese words for "sweet peace." Together, he sets out with his friend to show .. |
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A Call to Arms, A Cry of TemptationA Poem by MasonThis call to arms penetrates my eardrums,Like a heated blade pierces cold armor.I try to avoid this sensation that calls me,But constantly it urges me.. |
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Give Her PeaceA Poem by Kidedicated to a dear friends of mine... you know who you are. |
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Eternal WishA Poem by PranaliTrespass the veils of Being and BelongingCatch the glimpse of silenceTaste the nothingness in the coreAnd enjoy the feeling of presencePast the mome.. |
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Hickory KnollA Poem by MartinaAs the waves silently lap against my feet,I wonder how many other people have set foot on this dock,My dock.Do they see the way the reeds blow Northwa.. |
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The BelieversA Story by Keith P. FarrellTwo boys discover they can achieve anything in a true story set in 1992, CT which also reveals a snapshot of the social, cultural and political landsc.. |
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The PaintingA Poem by PrincepessaThis is just a totally random poem about looking at the painting... its basically a description of the pic i guess its realy a few short stories that .. |
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Teach the WorldA Poem by Jong SchrijverI wrote this awhile ago. One night I was laying in bed just thinking and this poem kind of wrote itself. |
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