When?

When will you, Take that walk, To the coffeeshop, Where each day, She awaits, Book in hand,Β  Hope in her heart, Only to be Crestfallen by the end Of another day That has passed? _______________ _______________ When will you, Offer that box of Nougats, Or tin of cookies, And sit by her side While you…

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Home

This poem makes me miss home all over again. It reminds me of those people and those things that I associate with home. Read it, enjoy it, and reminisce on what home means to you. Don’t forget to add your thoughts on what home is in the comments section below.

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This is not a Love Story – Part 14

The police aren’t giving much away but it seems that the deceased had overdosed on alcohol and drugs, as well as cut her wrists in order to commit suicide… My ears had started to ring. Overdosed? Drugs?! The deceased has also left a suicide note. However, it’s contents are not being revealed to the Public.…

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An Education

  An Education is The only tool That really makes us Better than beasts.   For dolphins have better brains, And they, dogs and cats, And monkeys maybe trained, Yet not educated.   An Education is not Learning how to earn. Its how to cultivate your mind, To be a good human being. Its not…

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