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• Opinion > Love / Relationships
  Seriously?

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  A reoccurring thought plagues me; how are we so condescending of one another, as well, why is it that we abandon our moral systems in the sight of something that isn't even remotely important? This post has two parts, a segment for the guys and one for the girls. But before that, allow me to st...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Autumn's Death, Winter's Rise

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  I watched the sunrise again, for the first time in ages, sitting on the porch of my estate, the wind howling only slightly, the coolness of the midwinter breeze brushing against my face. Drinking coffee, smoking another cigarette, keeping my thoughts within my head, ever so slightly a vague idea wou...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Another Poetic

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  (Its a conversation, it goes and starts as a woman, then a man and repeats by stanza of whom is speaking) I come with lives abundant, in peace and harmony can you not understand that I was once as you cold and cruel? Do not ask me to understand your insolence for how could you have ever b...
• Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
  Dairy of a different man part I

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  Life is too short to care too deeply about what everyone thinks about you, keep true to yourself always, because what good is it for a man to win the hearts of all his enemies under false pretenses? Dress your way, think your way, be you, and if people just can't accept that, well its their los...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Finding Her

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  My travels have taken me far, my black collar always on, drawn tight, the symbol of my faith but when I was young, my heart was love sick for a young woman, who denied me constantly without remorse. Love had before washed over me and filled me to the top of my very being, but after her I would...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Memoir of that day

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN

  I creid more than ever on that eve once everyone had gone. A moment, a final moment with my grandfather. I gazed down upon him, resting, sleeping, here but a few short hours ago and now gone. tears flowed down my checks and onto my tie and collar, I spoke silently to myself, "Why must this happ...
• Video > Bands and Instrumentals
  

  Primum and Secundo Violin Concerto: Celestia

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN
• Video > Bands and Instrumentals
  

  With a Superlative Heart

  

  By Braden-Davis, Bedford, IN