Welcome to my little corner of the cyber world. My name is Crystal, better known as Qwietpleez in this wild and wondrous world of point and click.
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+ more bio informationBruises fade; wounds of the flesh can be mended. It's the ones beneath the surface, invisible to all but the one who carries the burden of them that linger. The passage of time brings varying degrees of peace and healing but still, lurking behind smiles and laughter and a life well lived are painful memories.The physical pain... More..
Dust from another worldsoles worn from wearthe color of sandwrinkled and creasedA thousand miles marchedwalked in, slept in, fought inOn the floor by the bedsidethey lay, weary from warDark stains from fallendroplets of sweator maybe tearsNot the color of bloodmy heart beats fasterat the thought of itPerhaps the color of fear... More..
You crossed my mind todayas you so often doI stopped for just a momentand said a prayer for youI asked our dear Lordto be with you this dayI prayed he might senda small blessing your wayPerhaps a smile from a strangera kind gesture or deedto hear a sweet verseor fulfill a needI prayed for you wisdomfor guidance and strengthto... More..
Many believe if a person is intelligent, they must be wise as well and if they are wise then they are surely educated and intelligent. In truth, the wisest of the wise may have very little education and the scholar filled with volumes of knowledge may have very little wisdom. I've always found it odd the two are so often perc... More..
Teaching your child(ren) to be independent is one of the greatest gifts a parent can give. The dictionary defines independence as freedom from the control, influence, support, or aid of others. As parents, we must use this literal definition wisely and gently.Our children need to know that we are there to support and them and... More..
~ My Chosen Path ~Two roads lay before meas I walk through this lifeOne leads to salvationthe other to strifeOne road may I takefrom these paths I am shownOne is God's willthe other's my ownThe road of my willis fair and it's widewhere pain or sorrowcould never abideIt is filled with beautywith pleasures and lightit's smooth ... More..
So fragile.She waseasily broken.I triedmy bestwith kissesto takethe hurtand stopthe pain.I wipedher tearswith mytattered sleeve.My tiny handstried tomend thewoundshe made.I washedthe bloodthat ranin riversfromher chin.I silently criedas dropletsof lifefell fromher wounds,breaking thestillnessas theyhit the flooron which she l... More..
Eighteen plus years of parenting four amazing children have left me with a memory vault filled with precious moments and memories. Gross babies, breastfeeding brothers, messes and mishaps, songs gone wrong, misunderstandings and styling hair with donkey . . . these are just a few of those precious moments I will forever cheri... More..
I have a precious piece of history I keep tucked away in a silken little box, it is a letter. I take it out and look upon it every now and again, careful not to damage the decades old paper. I am enraptured by the beauty and attention paid to each stroke of each letter. I am in awe of the thought and the care put into the cho... More..
I've been mourning the death of The Incredible Hulk for many years. It is a pain I silently bear because quite frankly no one else in this modern, heartless world seems to care. I care. I have always cared. I was devastated when he was taken from us. In 1977 I had nightmares of him for weeks when the program first aired. By 1... More..
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