Harriet_The_Student, 12 march 2012
He hit me hard, sending me to the ground. I could see him about to hit me again, but then there was something incredible. She was standing in front of me. 'Stop! Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!' I saw her spread her arms, blocking my view of him. 'Don't hurt him, please (... więcej)
Harriet_The_Student, 12 march 2012
I saw his brother hit him. He fell to the ground, but I'd already started running. 'Stop!' I shouted, putting myself between him and the angry fists. 'Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!'
I stood with my arms outstretched, I don't know why. It seemed the best way. (... więcej)
jimmymac, 8 march 2012
Bouazizi’s heavy eyelids parted as the Muezzin recited the final call for the first Adhan of the day.
“As-salatu Khayrun Minan-nawm”
Prayer is better than sleep
Rising from the torment of another restless night, Bouazizi wiped the sleep from his droopy eyes as his feet touched the cold stone (... więcej)
yemmerich, 5 march 2012
I was a young girl living in an apricot. The walls collapsed around my bed. Worms, I think. Bunches of rotting fruit fell like missiles. I escaped to an apple. I made a bunker in the center and I slept with the seeds. Now the walls have collapsed again. And I realize .. there is no fruit that I can be (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 4 march 2012
Torn, distraught by the virulent labors of an advanced, malignant species of life that ravenously and maliciously pursues a mindless intent destined to destroy a peaceful coexistence of life to the detriment of the blameless cohabitants to this planet-world that is majestically interwoven to coexist (... więcej)
Tinker Bell, 2 march 2012
“When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.” ~Rumi
Christina Austin, 2 march 2012
Life is like balls, if you squeeze too hard it just gets worse, but if you loosen your grip it gets better.
Scott Clark, 29 february 2012
The challenge of Love is not to love others but to love those who are a challenge to love.
Scott Clark, 29 february 2012
If you found a document that would beyond a shadow of a doubt prove that your religion or science was totally wrong would you destroy that document or would you show it to others?
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