something I wrote 11.04Whatever happnens do not follow the light at the end of the tunnel just yet it may take you to an unexpected place. Instead reach for the clouds and let your spirit rise! But make sure that you do not go down in to the fiery misery, everything you've accomplished in life will be forgotten and lost! No one will care about the torture and doom you are going through. It's not to late to make the desicion of a lifetime! Where is it that your life will take you, before you reach the end of the tunnel?
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Six Feet UnderMy mind is done wandering, My thoughts are no longer extended. I lie six feet below. My life has ended.Six Feet Under
I have lived a long life, Full of grief, joy, and exploration. Now I have truly found, The meaning of destination.
Throughout my life, I have wondered what I have had to do. I thought about my destiny, What I would end up to be.
Now I see that we don’t end up the same. Whether it be six feet under, Left alone to die in shame. Or our ashes in the wind,
We all end up with a purpose, That if left alone, We wil
by ~andrea-rene
My Sonnet Number 15My mind is so set on being alone, Those who try to help, I tell them ‘go away’. I have tried those things that they have shown. The person who will help me, will come any day. I try to hide my secrets and shame, As I put a smile in my face. They are the ones to blame, They wont admit they’re the disgrace. I cannot let my feelings out, I just keep on smiling, When I really want to scream and shout. As I keep it inside where anger is compiling. Why can’t I let someone know who will care? If I can why aren’t they there?My Sonnet Number 15
by ~andrea-rene
Tension of OppisitesWithout love, The world seems lost. Without hate, How could we define love? It seems as though, There could not be one, Without the other. Why is there, a positive, and a negative. If there weren't people, Who were evil, How could we say, That others were moral? If there wasn't war, Would there be peace, Or would peace, Be as bad as war? What has the world come to, When one cannot love, Without hate. We must turn this around, Before it's too late.Tension of Oppisites
by ~andrea-rene
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Can we get this clear, now?!?
Just assume that the sarcasm comes standard.
The Story of the Lost Son
11Then he said, "There was once a man who had two sons. 12The younger said to his father, "
Father, I want right now what's coming to me.'
"So the father divided the property between them. 13It wasn't long before the younger son packed his bags and left for a distant country. There, undisciplined and dissipated, he wasted everything he had. 14After he had gone through all his money, there was a bad famine all through that country and he began to hurt. 15He signed on with a citizen there who assigned him to his fields to slop the pigs. 16He was so hungry he would have eaten the corncobs in the pig slop, but no one would give him any.
17"That brought him to his senses. He said, "All those farmhands working for my father sit down to three meals a day, and here I am starving to death. 18I'm going back to my father. I'll say to him,
Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; 19I don't deserve to be called your son. Take me on as a hired hand.' 20He got right up and went home to his father.
"When he was still a long way off, his father saw him. His heart pounding, he ran out, embraced him, and kissed him. 21The son started his speech: "
Father, I've sinned against God, I've sinned before you; I don't deserve to be called your son ever again.'
22"But the father wasn't listening. He was calling to the servants, "Quick. Bring a clean set of clothes and dress him. Put the family ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23Then get a grain-fed heifer and roast it. We're going to feast! We're going to have a wonderful time! 24My son is here--given up for dead and now alive! Given up for lost and now found!' And they began to have a wonderful time.
25"All this time his older son was out in the field. When the day's work was done he came in. As he approached the house, he heard the music and dancing. 26Calling over one of the houseboys, he asked what was going on. 27He told him, "Your brother came home. Your father has ordered a feast--barbecued beef!-because he has him home safe and sound.'
28"The older brother stalked off in an angry sulk and refused to join in. His father came out and tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen. 29The son said, "Look how many years I've stayed here serving you, never giving you one moment of grief, but have you ever thrown a party for me and my friends? 30Then this son of yours who has thrown away your money on whores shows up and you go all out with a feast!'
31"His father said, "Son, you don't understand. You're with me all the time, and everything that is mine is yours-- 32but this is a wonderful time, and we had to celebrate. This brother of yours was dead, and he's alive! He was lost, and he's found!'"
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Believe nothing,
no matter where you read it,
or who has said it,
not even if I have said it,
unless it agrees with your own reason
and your own common sense.
-Buddah
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Believe nothing,
no matter where you read it,
or who has said it,
not even if I have said it,
unless it agrees with your own reason
and your own common sense.
-Buddah
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