Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things, and hence their importance.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and widely effective mode of saying things, and hence their importance.

It is looking like we will have a couple other minor systems move through this week, Tuesday and Saturday.

It is looking like we will have a couple other minor systems move through this week, Tuesday and Saturday.

Christina never called me names, which was very sweet. She said I was the only person there to support her, read more

Christina never called me names, which was very sweet. She said I was the only person there to support her, so she didn't want to alienate me.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work

She just wore enough for modesty; no more!

She just wore enough for modesty; no more!

It hurt really bad. It was like a lot of pressure, burning. I kept on saying, 'Stop touching it.' It read more

It hurt really bad. It was like a lot of pressure, burning. I kept on saying, 'Stop touching it.' It felt like people were squeezing on it.

There are enormously long lags from a change in exchange rates to impact on production and employment. ...The dollar has read more

There are enormously long lags from a change in exchange rates to impact on production and employment. ...The dollar has already weakened and frankly this kind of move isn't going to matter very much.

These actors have been depicting my father as eating people, ... I was with him for many years, but I read more

These actors have been depicting my father as eating people, ... I was with him for many years, but I never saw any human flesh.

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split read more

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split it into different parts if you'd like - right now I'll put it as Unsorted.
And He feels so incredibly weak when he has ferociously quarreled against them since his genuine years and has lost. His hopes for a better understanding dissipate as he grows older, and his mind grows less eager to reach a verdict. Having no sense of direction, he roams here, looking above, asking futile questions, even though the answers may be feared. Good by nature, he has learned his survival skills, which will lead him into the real world, and will someday make him a successful individual. Wishing the pressure did not exist, it is a natural instinct to adapt and not to recluse. He rather is a mindless drone than a lonely Hermit, after all. He has no control over his environment, it is the exact opposite. Molded and shaped by his surroundings, he seeks about for himself and his purpose, while this mold slowly deteriorates organic matter.