As human beings we only have control over is the way we respond, and our own actions.
The memories weren´t hurtful anymore. Looking back to the past now made the young girl smile brightly.
This poem deals with the ups and downs of life, falling in and out of love and re-birth. Like the phoenix emerges from the ashes, so should those who have been let down by love in life, for it is not the end.
A three (3) poems about the author's childhood, school memories, street scene and in general his hometown in a unique place South East Asia- city of Lipa.
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The memories you have multiplied by the intensity of your love will determine how much grief comes when you experience a loss in your life.
I would like to tell you something about myself; about me and my relationships…my feelings, and what I’ve just found out about myself.
I didn’t know anything about that the first time I was there. I just found out that dianetics is part of scientology which is actually a religion.
My diaries were full of crying for help and for peace.
And me… I was just there… happy… couldn’t move, because I wanted to be covered like as my mother would cover me. I felt blessed. I felt loved. I was just the happiest being in the world.
When I was sixteen, my boyfriend died, this changed my religion
About living in the country I was born into, about my parents, about life then
Telling where I am from and a short description of my childhood
Traveled to China 5 years ago :) Planning to write my great experiences here! :)
This is some of my Asian travels, in particular my visit to Indonesia's capital Jakarta and its museum hub - Kota Tua
This is my life from age one until I was nine years olds. Great memories and life that is gone now. I love to look back and remember. I even try to get down all this good stuff before I forget it all. Then I will have it to go back and read.
We all know the drill. Old people spend their declining years looking backwards to a better world than the one they’re living in now. They reject change and new technologies, and wonder “What’s the matter with kids today?”
The mind is the only thing we cannot control. Just like nature, it is cruel and kind at the same time and yet it is part of us, a part we cannot do without it.
Getting on a bit now and the dear old wife passed on a few years back. It's Christmas Day and the sleet is turning to snow. It's funny that, I can make believe it's the bad weather stopping family and people coming round to wish me a happy Christmas. But I've got my memories and some ...
There’s a wooden trolley with wheels from an old pram, string on the front axle to steer. My trusty blue spud gun sits next a potato with loads of holes in it, so I steal another one. And a brass oil can used on my bike chain and wheels, had a little pump on the top of it.
I have a hard time speaking of my parents and yet, my children, have a need to know these things I have buried away inside. My son and I went to Los Angles to hear a band that was playing there. On the way home he asked me about mother and I froze
Touching and fun fond memories as a lil girl that I just had to share with the rest of the world.
This poem relates about hope beyond hope.It also shares some struggles in the past and such struggles led the person to succeed.
A child's memory the summer that she experienced her first roller coaster ride.
Based on a true story, this short memoir relives a tragedy that still haunts me and still leaves me wondering, What could I have done?