prose

Joanna, 19 april 2012

I will not sink

I will not sink.  I may be in so far over my head that I honestly cannot tell which way is up, but I’m still swimming.  I am not giving up.  I will find my way out.  I may almost drown – I may actually drown – but I will not sink.  I will not go out with a whimper of distress – I will go (... więcej)

IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 17 april 2012

What Once Had Been

Tears pour down my face like from an unearthy powerful waterfall. I tried to grip something for support mentally and physical, but nothing can keep me up and give me strength. My thoughts wonder a different time in my life, and then to another, but in each landscape, you are the centerpiece. A questions (... więcej)

Joanna, 16 april 2012

Anything

If you could do anything what would you do?  I would love with all  my heart and soul.  Every fiber of my being would love every fiber of your being.  If you reject me – it is okay.  To quote some famous man, "It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at
all."  (... więcej)

Joanna, 16 april 2012

Not enough...or is it?

There's never enough.  Enough of what, you ask?  Everything.  Never enough time.  Never enough money.  Never enough love.   Never enough trust.  Never enough understanding.  Never enough  forgiveness.  Never enough peace.  Never enough joy.  Never  enough laughter.  Never enough tears.  (... więcej)

Joanna, 16 april 2012

Self

Once you've seen who you really are you can't go back.  You  can't unsee it.  You can't pretend you don't know about it.  You can't hide your self from yourself.  You can't forget you saw
it.  You can't pretend it isn't a part of you.  You can't (... więcej)

Joanna, 16 april 2012

Perfection is terrifying

A princess.  Perfect hair.  Perfect make-up.  Perfect life.  The only thing missing is me. It'll never be my life again. Maybe in another time.  Maybe it was another life.  Maybe it was just the most  magnificent dream my mind has ever conjured.  Maybe it's just as  fake as all that (... więcej)

Joanna, 16 april 2012

Mother Earth

My soul died the day the first sky-scraper was built.  It has been crushed beneath your cannons and boots.  Your tanks and bombs destroyed my lovely face.  But then you took the final shot.  You built those massive buildings so tall.  You built them so that they
would not fall off no matter how (... więcej)

IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 13 april 2012

342

342 words





The wheel of time spins, spins
to the beat of our heart or to the rays of the sun. How in reality it spins is a question that
may never be answered. Like a Ferris
wheel that breaks down by surprise you don’t know when the wheels in your life
are going to break down and (... więcej)

Noby, 11 april 2012

Change

A generation cannot be formed without the help of the previous generation, but it can change all by itself...

Noby, 11 april 2012

Open Mind, Closed Eyes

What good is there in being open minded when your eyes are closed shut?

Noby, 11 april 2012

Finding Joy

I found joy outside the walls of self-centeredness!

Noby, 11 april 2012

Finding Wisdom

The wisest of us know what questions to ask, not what questions to answer.

IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 11 april 2012

Forever

Forever





Forever is a word we often use, for friendships and
lovers, that we believe to be true. It’s
simple to think something amazing is never going to disintegrate. To look at the ones you love and think they
are never going to disappear. Good times
roll by (... więcej)

IDON'TKNOWWHATTODO, 10 april 2012

Why (1)

When it really sunk in that Josh and I were over, I went through each day wondering how I was still standing without him and his love and I felt total like giving up eahc day, for a while the only thing holding me up at all, was the hope he would come back, say he made a mistake and most of all tell (... więcej)

ASIIMWE SIMON, 6 april 2012

THE TWO COMPATIBLE HEARTS

      When I met Amanda for the first time, I
knew she couldn’t make a good soul mate because I had been made to believe she
couldn’t  but I was young in some ways, I
didn’t know what my heart wanted most in a girl.  Though she had sat before me many times, her
eyes telling me she (... więcej)

Ebony, 5 april 2012

Hidden

Sometimes i think that maybe i can shield myself from everything that
maybe with a big enough shield, i can hide behind it from all the GARBAGE and REFUSE that the world threw at me. I never learned anything else. But one day i realized that this shield, this shield that had protected me for about (... więcej)

Tinker Bell, 4 april 2012

Rebbe Nachman Qoute

 "If you believe that you can damage, then believe that you can fix too "~Rebbe Nachman


Its a small quote but it touched me, its simple words left some impact on me.


 

Dora Egan, 29 march 2012

NEFERTITI: THE HEROINE OF EGYPT

Throughout time, the world had discriminated women, making stereotypes and rules and denying their rights. The mass always talks about bad occurrences of the past and frequently disregards the ones which really matter-the ones about powerful women of history. Being the queen of Egypt, an equal to her (... więcej)

Jorge Luis Molina Fentanes, 26 march 2012

Barriers

Deja qué la barrera de nuestros pensamientos, dudas y miedos no dividan la realidad y vuestra obligación con todo ser humano como seres humanos.

Let our barriers of thought, doubt, and fear not divide the reality and our obligation with every human being as human beings.

Jock Engelman, 23 march 2012

Sandy Footprints

CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!
 
A young man collapses on a golden sandy slope as
sparkling waves tumble onto the shore before dragging themselves back out.
 
CRASH!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!
 
The waves continue.
 
As the blazing sunlight breaks through the ocean,
it greets the young man by bathing him (... więcej)

Emily, 20 march 2012

Ceasing Pearls

Scattering around the pitless void, the clear liquid beads descended slowly and wearily as if time had been slowed down, defeated dejectedly by an unbeatable force that scars unforgettably. For countless of sands of time, there had been no light nor warmth in sight; no movement of life except for (... więcej)

Geetima Baruah Sarma, 20 march 2012

A WINNING STREAK

The Congress Party came to power again for the
third consecutive term. One of the reasons may be because the Opposition parties
failed to unite and gain confidence from the masses. To win in an election,
unity among members, well-planned agendas, clear vision for development,
strategies to conduct (... więcej)

Ye Caterpillar, 19 march 2012

The Journal of Elias Gillpington - Chapter 1

Whilst it paineth me greatly to put pen to paper, I feel it my bounden duty to do so, if for no other reason than to serve a clarion call of warning to my brethren, compatriots and fellow worldlings.  Indeed it would be most remiss of me if I were to shirk the clear moral task of informing my cohabitors (... więcej)

Balasubramanian, 19 march 2012

In search of Life

                In Search of Life
 
It all started when
Jacques Raymond Hill was questioned during the celebration party for his
new product launch arranged for his Research and Development
Professionals at long island, New York. He was at his jubilant best,
entertaining his (... więcej)

Balasubramanian, 19 march 2012

Outpour

"The wind has started its ominous growl from the east this morning. We know that it will lay a trail of disaster when it finishes this time and it will take another huge toll on our will to continue. But it is the same wind which brings in the clouds for quenching the thirst of mother earth whose (... więcej)

Norma J. Rose, 19 march 2012

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

A girl once wrote:
„There was rainy day here... just recently. It's like the weather was explaining my soul. Yes, there can be comfort, of course. Like it shines after the rain. But sometimes, you just cannot hide your feelings. You cannot hide the sorrow or the emptiness you feel. And somehow (... więcej)

Varna Salunke, 16 march 2012

What I Leave!

I turned to take a glimpse
Of the state I leave behind,
To mutate my life and March forward
Towards a alien land, which may be unkind.
I just thwart my heart, to find
A land to harbor, to pay my hand.

I turned to take a glimpse
Of my beloved, to whom I say goodbye
And get my heart manacled (... więcej)

Jock Engelman, 14 march 2012

*-CHAPTER FOUR-* ---THE COURT BATTLE---

The next few days had been the best of Jono‟s life. He had been fed three times a day
with delicious meals, had a nice bed to sleep in, had a friend, had a new home and had not
been beaten by his father. Boris still went to school in the week. Jono was still awaiting trial.
It was Sunday morning (... więcej)

Jock Engelman, 14 march 2012

*-CHAPTER THREE-* ---A NEW HOME---

Once they had finally reached Mr Phillipson‟s office, Mr Phillipson said to his
secretary, „Hold all of my calls.‟
„Yes sir.‟ replied the secretary.
Mr Phillipson still held Jono by the scruff of his shirt, he opened the door of his office
and ordered, „Get in!‟ and let go of Jono. (... więcej)

Harriet_The_Student, 12 march 2012

A Beating (2-first draft)

He hit me hard, sending me to the ground. I could see him about to hit me again, but then there was something incredible. She was standing in front of me. 'Stop! Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!' I saw her spread her arms, blocking my view of him. 'Don't hurt him, please (... więcej)

Harriet_The_Student, 12 march 2012

A Beating (1- first draft)

I saw his brother hit him. He fell to the ground, but I'd already started running. 'Stop!' I shouted, putting myself between him and the angry fists. 'Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!'
I stood with my arms outstretched, I don't know why. It seemed the best way. (... więcej)

jimmymac, 8 march 2012

Bouazizi

Bouazizi’s heavy eyelids parted as the Muezzin recited the final call for the first Adhan of the day.

“As-salatu Khayrun Minan-nawm”
Prayer is better than sleep

Rising from the torment of another restless night, Bouazizi wiped the sleep from his droopy eyes as his feet touched the cold stone (... więcej)

Flux, 5 march 2012

Interlude I

The night the Sun abandoned us,
No one believed the warnings. 

yemmerich, 5 march 2012

fru-it

I was a young girl living in an apricot. The walls collapsed around my bed. Worms, I think. Bunches of rotting fruit fell like missiles. I escaped to an apple. I made a bunker in the center and I slept with the seeds. Now the walls have collapsed again. And I realize .. there is no fruit that I can be (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 4 march 2012

Blessing To Be

Torn, distraught by the virulent labors of an advanced, malignant species of life that ravenously and maliciously pursues a mindless intent destined to destroy a peaceful coexistence of life to the detriment of the blameless cohabitants to this planet-world that is majestically interwoven to coexist (... więcej)

Tinker Bell, 2 march 2012

RUMI

“When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.” ~Rumi

Christina Austin, 2 march 2012

Life

Life is like balls, if you squeeze too hard it just gets worse, but if you loosen your grip it gets better.

Scott Clark, 29 february 2012

The Challenge of Love

The challenge of Love is not to love others but to love those who are a challenge to love.

Scott Clark, 29 february 2012

The Document

If you found a document that would beyond a shadow of a doubt prove that your religion or science was totally wrong would you destroy that document or would you show it to others?

Scott Clark, 29 february 2012

Prevalent Identity:Defined

The Prevalent Identity: In an environmental situation – the matter which has the superiority or ascendancy or greater influence in an envelopment or dominant homogeneity of matter

Megan, 24 february 2012

Brutus-My Military Man

I remember when I met you. I fell hard. 
I remember when I told you the truth. I remember you saying you felt the same. 
I remember when I was so nervous. Today I still am.

South Dakota football player. Scholarship. Lifeguard. Bartender. 
Army Ranger. Mine. Yours.

I remember when you (... więcej)

Megan, 24 february 2012

Help Me

When he completed me, that's when I realized I didn't want him as much as when I couldn't have him 
He would fill me up, and I would still feel as empty 
Is the glass half empty or half full
I would feel like a piece of meet; a slut that he chewed up and swallowed any time he wanted  (... więcej)

Jock Engelman, 21 february 2012

Chapter Two - The New Kid

Jono’s school
combined junior and senior students from Year Seven through to Year Twelve, he
was in Year Eleven. Just as Jono rolled through the gates, the school bell
rang.
‘Get off of that
thing!’ ordered a teacher, ‘NOW GREEN!’ Jono got off skateboard without
replying. He pulled out (... więcej)

Jock Engelman, 20 february 2012

Chapter One - A Day Like Any Other

            ‘GET
UP!’ screamed a voice from somewhere nearby. ‘GET UP YA UNGRATEFUL LITTLE
BASTARD!’ came the same voice while a pair of hands grabbed the boy and lifted
him off a mouldy mattress shaking him awake.
‘LET GO OF ME!’
bellowed back the boy.
‘WHY DID YA TAKE ALL (... więcej)

George Krokos, 20 february 2012

The Problem With Oil

The oil that man drills for and mines from below the surface of the earth
is like the life blood of the planet that's been accumulating since its birth.
The more that we use and deplete this fuel as an ongoing energy resource
the less likely we'll be able to sustain a clean environment in (... więcej)

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Life and the Rose

                       Life and the Rose

I got a remembrance of two lines from my Poem, “I Saw a
Garden”
“Rose owns beauty, but with thorn
Depends on us… What we won?”
The same thing waits for us in our life. The way we turn our
life, it starts moving in that very direction. (... więcej)

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Do You Know Detachment?

Do You Know Detachment?
 
Reaching an age
of 15-16 almost every one of us has listened to the word “Detachment”. And some
of us try to apply the meaning of this word in life. Thus going for some years,
they are called saints, mahatmas, sadhus, or even avatars! But, what is detachment?
If we (... więcej)

Alok Mishra, 14 february 2012

Nirvana! I Don’t Want!

Nirvana! I Don’t Want!

Nirvana! A word
that fascinates hearts of many conscious seekers. A feeling that captivates all
of us to feel always! Nirvana is a bliss that all spirits cannot afford to
attain, or say don’t want to attain! Persons who are fed up with this life,
lost with this life, (... więcej)

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

Description Practice

I sit on a brown bean bag chair, watching Tomy play Final Fantasy X. The four walls follows the pattern of blue, yellow, blue, yellow and the television sits in front of a blue wall. There are stickers and pictures on the closet doors. A cat, a snake, the joker, all look down at me in my seat. A mac (... więcej)

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

The Ride Home and True Home

The Ride Home
If she says one more thing about my “F” I swear I’m going to murder her in her sleep. I’ve only been out of school for a few minutes and Mom is already busting my chops. Doesn’t she know that math is my toughest subject? She should, I mean I told her. She knows I can’t multiply (... więcej)

J. Sanders, 10 february 2012

Never Escaping

The hacking came from everywhere in the hospital where I laid in my gown. A curtain separated me from the room, but I could tell that the walls were white. The mint green curtains held up by bright silver metal billowed when someone walked by, giving me glimpses of other rusted cots.

Nurse Claire, (... więcej)

pradip chattopadhyay, 10 february 2012

Whitehead

I am surprised to know that with utmost care and mostly confining them indoors, a cat can live up to 15-20 years. None of the cats I know about including the ones I call my own has survived a life of more than 6-7 years. The only exception within my knowledge is "Whitehead", a visiting male (... więcej)

Kenneth Hoffman, 9 february 2012

A Not So Happy Birthday

So much for a gift of surprise,
Mother’s gift was a doll that cries.
My friends are coming, all with presents,
Today's my birthday and no French lesson.
Mother said I could stay up real late
And I don't have to kiss the boy I hate.
Almost everybody's coming and we'll have (... więcej)

Zabdiy Yoav, 8 february 2012

BELIEVE

Never be captivated by anyone,
Just live yourself
As the way you are,
Believe in your heart and mind,
Believe in your own prowess,
Just do your thing! 

Kenneth Hoffman, 7 february 2012

Up In Smoke

Eva patiently waited for her stepbrother, Robert, to end his drone about the money he was to get from the will – something about opening a business with other people’s money and having the bank foreclose on some recalcitrant properties. It didn’t seem fair that Robert would inherit everything (... więcej)

Flux, 7 february 2012

Praedicator

To hell with the non-believers, the cynics, and those that shun beliefs they don't think are true. The world is not separated by bricks of boring brick, there is no wall that divides humanity. 

It burns to hear the cries of a million human souls. They cry out to be heard, but are still mute (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 6 february 2012

Birth Day

the path to longevity, the expression of time, is but a simple task; a state-of-mind, one that need be brought to remind, in order to defy to what most are inclined; sucumbng to the obligation that life has defined; a path surely to be a life in decline; so be defiant for life can be sublime knowing (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 4 february 2012

Death Mask

the growing want once and for all to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness having lost to trial of accomplishment labeling this soul of presence to  energy expended as futile and render this life expunged with a final sardonic smile

eguana, 4 february 2012

The Real Me

Try to understand that I’m flesh and blood. I breathe, cry, laugh and bleed.
My existence isn’t in your hand; I’m here against you and everyone who doesn’t want to hear.
My words are not a poem, nor an article or something amusing to see. My words are only for those who really can read and (... więcej)

Mustapha Maaroufi, 2 february 2012

Quetions on The Poetry

I have some questions for the members of this frorum about the poetry as an art,these are:
- Does the large number of the poets mean that the poetry is?
- why does many write the poetry meanwhile dosn't pay any attention to write another genres?
- Is that a sign of the prosperity of this genre (... więcej)

matthew scott harris, 2 february 2012

the time thief

matthew scott harris, 2 february 2012

Twice told toilet tale.

     As a young
whippersnapper and one precocious lad to boot, I discovered common combustible
materials found in the bathroom.
     At opportune times, I
blithely tinkered with dangerous chemicals that could (but never did) explode
into one humungous fiery maelstrom and bloom this lad (... więcej)

Elton Camp, 1 february 2012

Never Leave a Tip for Bad Service

Never Leave a Tip
for Bad Service
 
By Elton Camp
 
I’ve been seeing a lot lately on tipping. both in the newspaper and online.  Most of it is the same sort of thing that has been said by servers and their sycophants for years, except that the percentage expected has gone from 10 to 20.  (... więcej)

eguana, 1 february 2012

Brand New Day

I opened my eyes, looked through my window and saw the sunrise. I smiled because it was a brand new day and my troubles were far away hidden in yesterday. Time passed and the day color changed, sunset was taking its place and troubles seem near again. While this day was ready to turn into yesterday, (... więcej)

Christopher Thor Britt, 30 january 2012

God's Hand

"We are all in God's hands. But, our relationship with the Creator is up to us.  Some are clay in the Potter's hand...some are tools in the Carpenter's hand... while others are an instrument in the Master's hand.

As for me, I will strive to be the glove that fits His hand." (... więcej)

George Krokos, 30 january 2012

On The Existence Of God.

A brief statement about certain controversial questions and issues relating to some core religious topics such as: 
What is God? 
Where is God? 
Who Is God? 
and a new or old philosophy and perspective (depending on the readers views) offering an explanation to these age old questions.

Prelude:  (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 29 january 2012

Battle War To Perception

The battle of words to garner wanted perception to the all too real anger and resentment that increasingly rages on the main-streets of major urban centers of western nations reflective of conflict fueled by layers of discontent expressed outwardly only to be confronted by brigades of armored, militant (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 29 january 2012

Unfathomable Event

The billowing clouds of brown stained blackness froths at the throat of people’s greed and need to scour into the bowels of eons making for purposes unresolved to truly knowing beyond that of existence itself seeded by energies unknown for reason of limited want to understand the unwritten though perceptible (... więcej)

Anthony Fry, 24 january 2012

A Marchen Gene.

A Marchen Gene. The True Cause Of Drinking In Humans Via Hops. Hops an herbal shrub, used for making beer for hundreds of year's. Hops mentioned since the twelfth century a remedy against melancholy. For it's aperitif,(stimulating the appetite) Depurative, laxative, and vemifuge, also a (... więcej)

George Krokos, 21 january 2012

The Mystery Of The Four Ages

Earth's mistress moon and glorious master sun,
from whither is it that they both have come?
Hovering around in the sky during night and day,
how is it that they both have been placed that way?
Playing it seems opposite roles to our mind's eye,
yet shedding light and warmth down from up (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012

Effable Energy - Effable Energii

Human created to become the creator by senses’ design to communicate outward by its given intellect of mind and freewill, to explore by experience of discovery, to transform ineffable energy that it may experience by substance of form and domain: reality, a momentary respite placing order out of chaos (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 20 january 2012

Existence Lost - istnienie Utracone

Lying in a warm pool of blood streaming from a fatal wound, the drum-beat sound of a dying heart slowly fading, light of day becoming increasingly dimmer, the last wisp of breath exhaust past quivering lips, timelessly waiting freedom of eternal sleep, unencumbered by imposed rigors of distorted, sentient (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 19 january 2012

Forgotten Wisdom Contained - Zapomniałeś mądrości

Forgotten, abandoned, dust-laden books unassuming exterior protective cover cryptically interpretive of content expressive of a wealth of inspiring knowledge rendered by unique mind of experience set to word of print to share as resource to influence, guide, inform, enlighten, tutor naive minds with (... więcej)

ashley, 17 january 2012

hope

hope what is that
i dont have hope any more
the hope that i once had
you took from me

i am no longer the
hopeful girl i used to be

ruhi, 16 january 2012

Past LIfe~~

BEETE LAMHE.. 

 

Gujre hue lamhe,
na jane kyon yaad aate hai
Kabhi apne ko to
kabhi apno ko rula jate hai
Sache pakke dost
na dhekha na janna kabhi
Phir bhi rishta nibha jate hai
Par jinse hota pyaar
Wahi kyon daga de jate hai
In gujre lamho mei
hum bhi kahi mile the
Na dhekha na (... więcej)

Naykd Poet, 12 january 2012

Jimmie

I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes (... więcej)

LarielM, 10 january 2012

I would be glad still

If I was only a small caterpillar, I would have crawl all the way to your garden. No matter the miles or the birds flying high above your roof top. No matter of big shoes crushing on me or that it would take long before I would find you again. If only I could reach your garden in time for the my rebirth, (... więcej)

George Krokos, 8 january 2012

God Is The Highest Good

Good is the extension of God as His Spirit of manifestation in the phenomenal world.  That which constitutes our highest good is ultimately to do with living in tune with His Spirit and Word as revealed in either one of the great religions of the world or by being in harmony with someone who is the (... więcej)

Zofia Wingmaker, 8 january 2012

Me In Wonderland prologue

 ME IN WONDERLAND
              prologue
As I walked around the edge of the forest I saw a dark purple rabbit. It was checking it's cell phone and then it looked at me as if to say Hurry Up. "Cell phone" I thought "do rabbits have cell phones?" I looked up to see if (... więcej)

Zofia Wingmaker, 8 january 2012

My Life Ch 2

~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  "Am I in trouble," she asked walking up to Mrs. Tam. "Cause if so I didn't do it.''
  "Is that hair dye or is your hair doing that by itself," she asked cautiously. Knowing Z had brong Anthony for protection.
   "It's (... więcej)

Ellirie Ardeña Aviles, 8 january 2012

Cursed

I am Bill.I live with my brother, my dad, mom and my lil sis.There's always this thing that bothers my mind..it's because i believe that my mom and sis already died.It was almost a yearago yet not that old to be forgotten.our house was burnt for unknown reason.They we're found dead on (... więcej)

Ellirie Ardeña Aviles, 8 january 2012

Cursed

I am Bill.I live with my brother, my dad, mom and my lil sis.There's always this thing that bothers my mind..it's because i believe that my mom and sis already died.It was almost a yearago yet not that old to be forgotten.our house was burnt for unknown reason.They we're found dead on (... więcej)

Rhumour, 7 january 2012

The Beech Woods

Bluebells lay faded in the cool shade of the Beech woods
some seemingly crushed under wild stampeding hooves
when the spooked deer had rushed from a startling crack -
that of snapping twigs showing how clumsy those stalkers had been...

The pale green fronds of ferns were still uncurling in the (... więcej)

Joseph Hankinson, 6 january 2012

The House

 
The boys waltzed up to the door.
 
The house curved up over them, brick dust occasionally
joining the wind’s smooth flight. A huge iron grill presented itself to them as
elegantly as iron can manage, and the door itself creaked with excitement at
the sight of fresh, innocent prey.
  (... więcej)

jabber, 5 january 2012

The lost poem

it was a darkskinned night.windy whistling trees and void  heart.I
searched for my lady every possible where.nothing but silence.i began
begging her" my dear lady , do show up your letters " in every noke
every gap , but in vain "the singers are waiting and the musicians got
bored (... więcej)

Anthony Fry, 5 january 2012

A Scientist.

Curiosity, Patience, Care, Thoughtfulness, Sense, Feeling, Open-Mindedness, Time. It is a pity that most people think a scientist is a specialized person in a special situation, like a lawyer, or a diplomat. To practice law, you must be admitted to the bar. To practice diplomacy, you must be admitted (... więcej)

Ashley, 5 january 2012

Black Lipstick On A Page

"Don't do it," she whispers. "This has to stop. Now. This has gone on too long."

I don't listen to this girl, this sensible girl in the glass. She doesn't know how it feels. She lives in the past place, in denial, where she is encased in her false happiness. She (... więcej)

Ashley, 5 january 2012

Discussing Weather

Rainy days. These are the days that are so beautiful, so interesting. They aren't blindingly bright, trying to force happy yellowness on everyone close to a window. Rain gives you time to think, and inspires you. It can wash away tears, but only if you're lucky enough, and bold enough, to stand (... więcej)

Katherine Bryce, 4 january 2012

Delete

How do you delete your accout? I don't like this website, and I want to be off of it?

Anthony Fry, 4 january 2012

Fly Fishing

by QUILL-AND-PEN Also Me Anthony Fry. 
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Fly Fishing. ( Humour )In the dead of summer a fly was resting on a leaf beside a lake.Q: I wonder what go's through a mosquito'sbrain when he hits a window -screen at 80mphA: his butt!The hot, dry fly said to no one in particular,"Gosh...if (... więcej)

Anthony Fry, 4 january 2012

Saint Helier Jersey.

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by: Anthony Fry.

Helier lived in Jersey, Christianity to preach.
A transition from "natural life" to spiritual fold.
A cave to dwell, for worship, a mount to meet.
First missionary, an honest upright man of old
His gown flows, he stalks a L'islet,with bare feet.
Bearded, (... więcej)

james ivan, 3 january 2012

Trust, Friendship and Love

There are 3 important things in our lives; trust, love and friendship.
They may be alike but Friends can be friends after hating each other;  Lovers can be friends after breaking-up but trusted person cannot be trusted again after lying.

chizryan, 3 january 2012

Miscellenous

man has never really drifted from the state of nature. in this time, it wears the face of laws and economic control.

chizryan, 3 january 2012

Proverb for the Child

food fed by a known hand tastes better in the mouth than by unfamiliar fingers.

chizryan, 3 january 2012

Quotation on Faith

conviction without sight is a consequence of religious magnanimity, but in reality, it is the dork's apparel.

Christopher Thor Britt, 2 january 2012

Breathe

Love... The young seek it, the bitter scorn it, fools spurn
it, and before my glorious thralldom, I was all of these.

My dove, my perfect one; ever you shall be the reason there
is life in me, for I have discovered that love is not the fleeting aroma
carried on the passing wind.

It is the very (... więcej)

chizryan, 1 january 2012

Quotation on Truth

friends may leave, feelings dissipate, trust wane, memories fade, but veracity will stand time's test even if concealed under a bushel or in disguise.

chizryan, 1 january 2012

Quotation on Friendship

man is always evolving. you never fully know who you really are until you see pockets of you in other people, and you never fully become until you have explored the existence of others.

chizryan, 1 january 2012

Quotation on Love

it takes courage and purity to play the games of the heart with sincerity of purpose. anything to the contrary is cowardice and corruption of the spirit.

Naykd Poet, 1 january 2012

Love - miłość

Invisible are the intangible senses but one; that which emotes from the beating heart, cascading outward as ethereal energy, enriched and charged, a source to enliven and foster within another yearning soul, a spark of unknown wonderment, inducing a welling tide of goodness, replenishing to overflowing (... więcej)