: About Me

My name is Mary. I will start off telling you what I am NOT. I am not a complicated person, what you see is what you get. I spend my days writing my heart out, mostly working on my second young adult novel. Poetry is a means of escaping , the words flow out of me and thus I am releasd from the emotional sewage we all collect through out our daily lives, an awakening, so to speak. Riding my bike along a long path in a nearby park through a canopy of trees is how I spend my early mornings getting ready for the beginning of another hectic day. Now, I will tell you what I am. I am a happy, carefree, down to earth, no bells and whistles kind of girl and I intend to remain that way until the day I die. On that note, I will leave you with a little wisdom you can take or leave,
Choices...we all have them. It's taken me some time in my life to realize that we are in control of our own destinies and although we could easily blame others for our misfortunes, it is best to leave those misfortunes behind and start a brand new life! That's me in a nutshell!

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

a lot of things but not enough about everything

My parents always told me ...

Just graduate from high school and you'll be alright

My childhood ambition ...

To be a writer

My favorite memory ...

Having my beautiful daughter

Why I write ...

To express thoughts, desires, past events.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Aaron Shust - Give me words to speak

My first job ...

Secretary

My best moment ...

When my daughter Susan was born

My inspiration ...

Jesus...if it wasn't for him...I wouldn't have accepted this wonderful gift of writing. You see, I'm also an artist. :)

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The way you treat me

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The way you treat me You run your fingers through my hair I look up from the warm cocoon of your loving arms and see the desire in your eyes. You treat me like a dainty flower holding me so daintily. The warmth of your eyes match the warmth of your burning touch I'm on fire for you you treat me like fine glazed pottery afraid to break me but I'm already broken for you my legs quiver as I rise to meet your burning desire. You treat me like I want to be treated, then you fall asleep in the loving nest of my hair but I don't care, I fall asleep too with my thoughts of how well you treat me.

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