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My biggest betrayal to myself is Holding onto an old belief That I won’t succeed That I’ll fail miserably. That I’ll waste time trying but never accomplish much before dying. That I’ll quit while I’m still climbing and the whole thing will
ALWAYS STRIVE TO MAKE LIFE WONDERFUL, FOR THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE!
Life has many ups and down So many roads to walk down The path we choose are few The good and the bad The happy and the sad Some days are long Some are short It is up to us to live weak or strong To cry or to laugh To do good or wrong Look
Floral gathering kisses crimson something is amiss. Lounge forever in tainted gold. Feathered flight hands forsaken green abyss Lord love lady strength divine peace.
about camping
Who Am I? I am always right here you know… Just not who you think… I am not the one who speaks… I am not the one who weeps… It’s just me here watching it all pass… And claiming nothing as mine to grasp… What a freedom it is to let go… It’s al
Life is beautiful! I am ever grateful for this gift of life. This beautiful life of mine seems so blessed, rich and full that I never cease to celebrate it. At this time of the year when the old gives way to the new, I need to spend time being gratef
Andrew...xxx
Realizing I have to do something about the state I am in.
NO MATTER WHAT YOU TRY TO DO; YOUR DESTINY IS ALREADY PLANNED OUT FOR YOU!
(for students)
as australia celebrates this day ..............traditional owners see this day as a remembrance day
A reflection of our feelings
Pep talk for all those who have been on CS or looking for that someone and are discouraged.
I WAS HERE.... BUT NOW IM GONE.... SO f*ck THE WORLD.... AND PARTY ON!!!!!
Roses r red Violets r blue There is no way... There is someone as simple as you....
Ummm... another spur of the moment...
Woke up and wrote before coffee
just thrown together actually
Nervous excitement consumes my body as I prepare my last things. With my stomach in knots with butterflies I close my eyes.. I can already hear the rumble of the waves.. I try to imagine the silent eco once enveloped by a massive barrel. With my eyes
I can't see beyond my feet Cold air whispers amongst the tall grass Beyond the tall whispering blades endless darkness The world shadows the moon from casting a light As the night aproaches day the air becomes still No whispers now just sil
Wrote this at the request of my good friend Angeline.. Thanks for reading..
When I was young we used to call the fluffy dandelion seeds that drifted around, "Fairies". Written on a cold, dark winters morning in UK..... I think, Thinking about summer is a nice thing to do....lol Andrew...xxx
Hi SG, Looking at your brief, I thought I would approach this from the viewpoints of both teacher and class, it is so easy for misunderstandings to go unsorted on both sides when they don't communicate properly. So this is about a teacher that sees that learning is a two way street.They were too busy doing their job to teach, and, a class that finds a teacher is not what they thought, who helped them in ways they never expected. Hope I got it right and that this is OK for you.....Andrew...xxx
hope this helps in anyway SG .........i don't teach in schools but have had to share my knowledge with a lot of apprentices with in my trade and have experienced both the high's and low's .......
Freewrite what do you think...
The best years of your life How many times have you given them Exponentially you do It's in your make up ~ Of ~your wanna~ ~ believe! ~Bentlee~
The moon is so beautiful especially tonight Caressing the darkness with it's soft gentle light It feels like Im moving in circles when I look at the stars in the sky
Random act of kindness...........the response was priceless
Life is crazy, and totally unpredictable... It's going to push you over, kick you while you're down and hit you when you try to get back up. Not everything can beat you. Things are going to change you, But you get to choose which ones you le
For Deanna...........my ex's younger sister a very ill girl ....too young to be knocking........
It seems to be a neverending cycle since the very first buildings of one settlement being demolished so the next can be built and it still goes on today.....Progress they call it....Andrew...xxx
2014 WAS THE WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE! THINGS WILL HAPPEN! IT DOESNT MAKE A DIFFERENCE, HOW MUCH YOU PRAY! BRING IT ON!
One Little Word...And a dole, sour face erupts in a Smile. One Little Word...And a clouded Spirit floods with freshness. With One Little Word...the most heavily burdened takes a lighter step and pursues a task with grace. Just One Little
Just caught this fella and was amazed and overwhelmed by his story and his voice as was everyone else...........FD i salute you..........
Written 11-25-11 This was a concept I was going to write about 7 years ago as I actually saw this happen just outside the door, during a snow storm but forgot to write the poem. Better late then never huh?
Just wrote this, 9-28-11 for someone who means the world to me. How we started out to be, and who we will become. We are all butterflies. We can get better.
Little symbols funny shapes crafted and moved also by a pen or fingers on thee keyboard. The things we write. Must admit somethings wrote were misunderstood. Well how do some have ease and natural talent. Some just got it,some havent. E
Hebrews 12
I wrote this poem to speak out against stereotypical images and roles that abound in our world which unfairly label people and the "roles" they play in society's eyes. I feel that everyone deserves peace and happiness in their lives and should be treated with respect. We are all born into this world to be loved and accepted equally. We are all beautiful both inside and out.
Isaiah 7:14 was written over 700 years before Jesus was born.
Hail to thee, the messenger of new hopes and aspirations, Bring the message of a glorious life and inspirations, We look forward to thee for you are yet a mystery Who will someday become history, But that history, we hope, will sing the song of v
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