Sonnet For the Slain: Spiritual Suicide (English-Style Sonnet Poem) Absent ever to turn thy gaze away; Vexed be— the pith of birth erelong to thee. Death's grip he knows, linger in thy dismay; Prudence spoils himself, corrupt he be. Now stands the pyrrhonist with sights amiss, Of doom, of spite, of wayward enterprise; Oh be Nature, yes the timeless witness! Dawns veils of change— be man's greatest disguise. His heart decayed, prideful steps be thy walk. He wears thy crown lik

Why Continue Despite the Outcome: A Reflection on Course Goals I would have to preface this discussion by firstly denoting that because this is the first time in my life to further my academic studies at a collegiate level, it has indeed prepared me to be an online student. Though, there is more to my reception of studies with Liberty University than merely just stating this obvious fact. It is how I am now going to implement this experience for the better in growing in my

The Misadventures of Stan and His Spectacular Spectacles Stan was a good boy who always did what he was told. He helped his neighbors, listened to his teachers, and obeyed his parents. Everyone praised him for being kind and responsible. But sometimes, Stan grew weary of always following orders. One rainy evening, his parents were arguing again. His father was stressed from work, and his mother was worried about money. Their voices filled the house. "Go to your room, Stan,

By entering this mystifying change of season once more, creation envelops the marrow of my soul with the euphoric sense of nostalgia. Believably, tides of serotonin seem to come to play for the much needed collection of solace. It is as if Nature is thrusting Her very last breaths of fertility throughout the lands of the earth for us to absorb before laying rest and temporary darkness blankets the atmosphere yet again. Chloris exhales the winds of change as I inhale her