Winter Of Life
/…in mid-day, the vanishing world's last gasp, last hope for the last time fades, ever fading into the blackness. There is a single blade of unseen grass in there, somewhere. Someone told me…
By Buckspinster
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The Law Is The Law
/Keep it simple
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…to various Religions a person receives, what they give. When a person performs good actions the return of the action is favourable. Sometimes the return of one's actions…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read MoreMy Moonwords
/…on papers loud at night.
I feel and I feel and I feel.
I am leaking life.
I love my creativity…
By Lia
Read MoreFacets Of Health
/…about my Physical health, which by the way is the least of my concern. I have not had a cold, flue or such like for 30 years as I have always looked after my immune system. Though I do settle most of my karmic accounts through the body due to…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read MoreThe Art Of Talking
/…humble being from inside, wants to listen a lot. Listening is the passive form of talking, but I guess it is where we absorb the world. To understand and share our personality, one…
By Sushant Thapa
Read MoreI Know Not...
/…not an interpretation for everything. There is no reason why I am typing what I write or do not like. In an inner awakening, I have disliked life from what it is. I am an optimistic from definition. I wish good things to happen. All the time. It is a relief, but this showmanship is like an…
By Sushant Thapa
Read MoreDays On 24...
/This is a chapter in a novel…
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…decided to add this chapter because I realised how little people have heard about the joys of staying in a hostel instead of a…
By ShinyLadle
Read MoreEarly Mornings
/This is a true event that made me think about past and future from a young age.
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…awake on the morning of an event filled day, I hear the birds sing their songs as the Sun rises. I open the window to breathe in the cold, fresh air. I am proud, I was never one for getting up early this time last year…
By Jordan Howat
Read MoreMemories Keep You Afloat...
/…talked about the pain
I’ve described graphically the scars left behind
I’ve searched for breath in closing lungs
I’ve searched for truth while being…
By Becca Hulen
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