Tag: arts
group name: loveandforgive
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August 16, 2007 12:33 AM EDT --
If you want to understand the importance of voice in fiction, read page 1 of Patricia Wood's deeply affecting debut novel, Lottery. I can almost guarantee you will be instantly hooked.
No one . . . more
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September 25, 2006 01:38 PM EDT --
The Campaign for Love & Forgiveness is an inclusive, nonpartisan initiative exploring how love and forgiveness can effect meaningful change in individuals and communities alike. The multi-year campaign—initiated . . . more
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May 10, 2007 07:35 AM EDT --
I feel the comfort in your touch
Would your caressing burn my sweet soul?
I taste the promisses in your kisses
Can a devils kiss be as poisonous as yours?
I see the beauty in your eyes
Should . . . more
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September 06, 2007 02:23 AM EDT --
"Above all, I am an Opera singer. This is how people will remember me." . . . more
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August 13, 2007 09:49 PM EDT --
"I grew up feeling that the most important thing in life was to have good manners and to enhance the lives of others. ~Brooke Astor . . . more
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November 11, 2006 09:05 AM EST --
What do you think of Fergie's New Song?
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December 03, 2006 04:42 PM EST --
What is the first thing we teach?
What should we be teaching first?
Recently I was reading a novel and . . . more
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March 25, 2007 09:15 AM EDT --
I have so much to say, because I feel so much, but somehow words are not enough to express what I feel when I feel them. Maybe its the Prozac, makes me numb to all that I am sensing, it does make the pain . . . more
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May 24, 2007 03:14 AM EDT --
Tissues To Wipe Away The Tears
Carol Roach
Brad was not particularly good looking. He wasn’t necessarily a great student though he worked hard and some how managed to be in most of my psychology . . . more
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October 16, 2006 09:10 PM EDT --
This is temporary. This life will all end someday sooner than later. We all die. The measure of our worth here is not in the size of stature, riches, or fame but in how we treat . . . more
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March 16, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
I wrote this essay a about a month ago but it got lost in cyberspace. I wanted to post it again only for real this time. Enjoy!
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January 03, 2007 08:21 PM EST --
Don't Hate US...
Love can save us
So don't hate us too
For love can also save you
© Copyright Jan 3rd 2007 by M.K. Townsend
(age 10)
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December 09, 2006 01:56 AM EST --
I knew, you loved me
But I didn't know
What to do then
As I was in my teens
I knew, you loved me
When I first met you as a neighbor
When you smiled at me
As you were talking . . . more
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November 10, 2006 11:21 AM EST --
I love you.
And you don't know it, hardly show it.
I needed you.
When things get tough, completely rough.
Entirely.
With all my heart. We're worlds apart.
I'm stumbling,
trying . . . more
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December 10, 2006 11:46 AM EST --
Oh, my love,
The embodiment of our love!
When I cease to be,
The seed I leave behind!
What all my unfulfilled dreams
Can say I am still a reality!
The unfulfilled . . . more
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July 23, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
When I was twenty three I purchased one of John Lennon's first solo albums. An album that contained songs with much deeper lyrics and musical depth than those early Beatle songs like " . . . more
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March 22, 2007 11:37 PM EDT --
My wife knows I have a mistress.
She’s okay with that.
My mistress and I engage daily,
whispering sweet nothings,
tumbling together into comfort,
easing into ecstasy, . . . more
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February 27, 2007 11:07 AM EST --
The Oscars are well behind us, but people still seem to be focused on them. It's one thing for the winners to still be carrying their statues around with them, but it looks like the red carpet . . . more
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December 23, 2006 05:09 AM EST --
Before I knew you
You knew me
Before I saw my Dad or Mom
I saw you
You are my body
You are my soul
You are my breath
You are everything
When I am alone
You are . . . more
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December 28, 2006 01:06 AM EST --
The color of poverty is dark
The smell of poverty is disgust
The sound of poverty is chaos
The touch of poverty is withdrawal
The taste of poverty is bitter
You look at my . . . more
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