A Christmas Story
Practical advice for the care and handling of heirloom clothing and textiles that will preserve them for generations to come.
I just wrote this last night. I don't know I was just inspired and it pretty much perfectly describes my emotional state at the moment.
i wrote this really late at night about this one guy whom i have a major crush on...
We all experience those moments in life where we wish we had a remote control to just rewind and do it differently. If the magical remote isn't available, you'll settle for a mole hole to hide out in. This is a true story based on one of those times . . . but all I had was a bare highway and a broken car.
This poem was written for a Literature assignment about a painting in my house. It is about the beauty of nature...check it out!
Okay, it really doesn't have a good title yet, but it's one of my friend's favorites. Dunno why.
(Sorry- the spacing is really messed up from the original! However, it still gets the idea across...)
A logical explanation of Indian philosophy.
Women quickly learn to use Intuition with their dealings with other people. Men often deride womens' Intuition but are delighted when they are guided by a hunch.
A man's 'hunch' and a woman's 'intuition' is exactly the same thing, it is psychic guidance, but the society we exist amid shuns psychic development of the individual. In fact anything paranormal must be regarded by the public as something strange and not normal.
By Alexandra Gialanze
In a writing class, we were assigned to write an apostrophe poem. For those who are unaware, an apostrophe poem is a poem which is written to an object in the future, or something that isn't really there. Like, G-d or something. I decided to write a poem to a future child.
A poem about secrets. Beautiful are some, but dangerous are others. But they are secrets just the same
my shortened thoughts on the subject
Everyone is whispering. I know they know something. No one will tell me what it is. I am determined to find out.
sense & non-sense
This is the second in a series of sermons which because of their controversial views on Christianity could never be preached in the pulpit of a conventional church.
This is just a poem about a girl meeting her boyfriend for one last time, and he leaves her standing there wondering what had just happened.
A poem about love and music intertwined, and the symbolism of love through music.
This is a general poem about a lost love, living or dead, it's completly up to the reader. The woman portayed in this poem is alive but is gone from my life. Anyone who has ever lost a love can relate to this poem.