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About me - A. J. Thompson

I love to write. Sometimes it all comes out exactly how I want it too. Other times, not so much. But regardless, I love to write.

I have a ten year old, in baseball and cub scouts. We love to watch movies, read, play games, draw, and a lot of other activities.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'll be fine: 6 of 156
I fell, and skinned my knee. My mom scooped me up, kissed it, and sent me on my way. I guess I'll be fine. I fell, and skinned my other knee. She scooped me up, and sent me on my way. I guess I'll be fine. I lost the big game, my mom scooped me up and said it would be ok. I guess I'll be fine. I lost my favorite ball, my mom... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tarot cards: 5 of 40
The fortuneteller machine was quite old. Paint was faded, more rust then not. "One quarter, One tarot" the sign read. "Let me read your fortune, it will be true." Promised the metal man inside Wearing a turban of blue, with bright colors on his shirt, giant hoop earrings hung from his lobes, marbles stared out at me for his ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The 80's: 3 of 21
It is all history now, but There was a time when MTV really played music videos. There was a time when Jelly's and BIG HAIR were cool. Nintendo was Atari And the members of Duran Duran were dancing on the sand. Ronald Reagan was shot, And the wall of Berlin came tumbling down. Christa McAuliffe made history and The Challenge... More..
Relationships & Family > Coping with Divorce Making peace with your spouse's ex: 2 of 9
I am writing this from the point of view of the "ex". I have been the "evil ex" for almost ten years now, and seen him go through three relationships that did not last more then a year and half each. Each time, my son must go through the relationship as well. I am left to put the pieces of my son's heart back together. How d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snapshots: 25 of 100
I look through the old photo album. There are snapshots of the whole family. Snapshots of old ones, and young ones. Snapshots of weddings, graduations, birthdays, Celebrations. The snapshots I like the most are of those no longer with us. I look into their eyes. I listen to the story they are telling. I listen with my heart.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Busy streets: 16 of 60
The window overlooks the busy street. I watch the cars go by. People on the sidewalk, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other. The lights telling us when to go, when to stop. Robotic responses. Cell phones, blue tooth, gps. Silver towers reach to the sky. Blacktop snakes it's way through, Get there in five minutes And nev... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drop dead gorgeous: 20 of 52
I'm smart, beautiful, gorgeous, Drop dead. I'm irresistible, charming, playful, Drop dead. Hazel eyes, high cheekbones, small waist, Drop dead. Big boobs, innocent smile, nice hips, Drop dead. Great job, fantastic house, awesome car, Drop dead. Handsome husband, cute kid, nice in-laws, Drop dead. And if you think I'm braggin... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Who do you think is the most important person ever to live: 26 of 65
The most important person ever to live? How can that question be answered? Some would argue that Jesus Christ would be the most important person to live. But what of the first person that listened to Jesus, and believed in what he said, and helped spread His word? Would he not be important? How about Benjamin Franklin, or Th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Human nature: 8 of 20
We are... We are flawed. Imperfect, impolite, and rude. We look for beauty, strength, and love. We find love, joy and sadness. We respond with love, joy and hate. We are human. Imperfect, impolite and rude. We search for supernatural, unrealistic and exciting. We find simple, reality and boring. We are flawed. Imperfect, imp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Two hearts: 58 of 142
My heart was empty for so long. I could not fill it with frivolity. I tried drinking, and song. But found the emptiness difficult to push away. I struggled through so many days. Then the day came. I remember it so well. I could hear your heart beating. And mine as well. Our two hearts. I will never forget the sound. It was a... More..