A corrupted god, searching for light Godfrey I thought I had fallen the moment I no longer wanted Him. God. I remember the last time I called His name, asking for a sign—if He existed at all. And He answered.

When lost keys threatened a school tournament, a weekend of hard work revealed who truly cared — and who didn’t.

Hey inleo! I'm ShugaWrites, a writer who explores life through poetry,fiction,non-fiction reflection and real emotion. I write across themes:love,healing,heartbreak, mental health,society, and survival

Source Think I have to make my own world. Yeah. Build it from dust and delusion. From everything I’ve lost And everything they said I’d never hold. Create what I think is light and darkness. Because tonight?

Estoy aprendiendo .. (Spanglish Poem) Estoy aprendiendo a amarme, a ser generosa conmigo misma. I'm learning to take care of myself, in a better, gentler way. To look in the mirror and say: eres hermosa.

Clouds Clouds are like little fish Swimming in a vast, deep ocean, Floating through the eternity of sky. Swept along by the softest breeze, They never die— What a wonderful life. Drifting across the world,

Help from Hive! I was trying to help a student who needed extra attention and he started to avoid me. The only time I saw him was whenever I'm teaching his class. "Bring your personal study notes

art ©VennieKocsis To be a warrior one must learn to wait silently in the shadows. We must gather our quiet into the arching pull back of our bow. We must watch. We must observe. We must not fall into senses